Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Happens ❯ Unexpected ( Chapter 12 )

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

Prompt: "Empty House".

A/N: Sorry if I made Vegeta a little too soft, but I figured with the way things were going, he'd at least start doing a few things unconsciously. But, please feel free to tell me if you think I moved too fast on that end ^^ Also: There is again adult content in this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

Heavy eyelids cracked open at the sound of an alarm going off. An even heavier feeling arm reached out of the covers to turn the blaring noise off. One bad thing about spontaneous sex: only getting a few hours rest before needing to be at work. Of course, she supposed she could always take the day off, since she’d done a lot of work last night. She closed her eyes again, playing with the idea of just laying in bed all day. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she pushed the blankets away from her body.

“I can’t let these nightly escapades disrupt my daytime responsibilities,” she told herself. Her stomach muscles screamed in protest as she sat up. A hand rested on the overworked spot. “Fucking Vegeta,” she muttered. She laughed lightly as she caught the double implication.

She really shouldn’t have been surprised at how rough and fast their couplings had been last night. After a week of not getting any, combined with their need to both dominate. Then, after all that was done, she had gone back and picked up the lab before her father went down and found the mess they had left.

She shook her head as she swung her feet over the edge and stood up before quickly sitting back down. Her thighs and calves burning from the heavy-duty work-out they had received and not getting the cool down exercises to keep the muscles from cramping.

“It’s like the first night all over again,” she muttered as she finally stood back up and headed toward the bathroom. “I guess I should inspect for any spots that need covered up.” If her body hurt this badly, she was sure she was bound to find some markings on her soft flesh.

She approached the full-length mirror, noting the bags under her eyes and the way her body wasn’t standing as straight as it usually did. She couldn’t make out any discoloration on her top half, though, causing her to be a bit surprised. As she stepped closer, she could make out a few tiny red marks that were sure to fade within the next few hours, but nothing that wouldn’t need extra hiding. She turned to the side, checking her hips and legs. Again, nothing. She looked in the mirror to see her surprised face deepen in thought.

Vegeta had inflicted that much roughness on her body, but left her skin unmarred--well, except for where his mouth had latched onto. She went to turn on the shower, thoughts still processing in her waking brain. Perhaps it wasn’t that he worked her too hard, maybe her body had just been “out of shape”--what with the week long vacation it had taken. She stepped under the warm spray of water, the beads pelting against her muscles and massaging them lightly. She relaxed a little, enjoying what little help the water offered her sore muscles.

After getting her shower and dressed for the day, she headed downstairs and into the kitchen where she found her mother cleaning a mountain of dishes. Apparently she had dragged ass a little too much this morning if she’d missed Vegeta’s morning feeding. She shuffled her feet toward the coffeepot, and pouring herself a cup.

“You just missed Mister Vegeta, dear,” her mother started, not even turning her attention away from the dish she wiping. “He was in a surprisingly good mood.”

“Hm.” Bulma sipped at her black coffee, blowing a bit over the top of the mug. “Good for him,” she muttered, leaning back against the counter.

Mrs. Briefs finally looked over at her daughter. “Were you up late again?”

Bulma gave her mother a short nod.

“Well then you should go back to bed. I’m sure it’s not a big deal if you go in late.”

Bulma took another small sip before shaking her head. “It’s just not right, Mom. I mean, it’s my own fault for staying up so late. What kind of future president of the company would I be if I can’t get my act together?”

“Well, you were up working on your projects, right? It‘s not like it was for personal reasons. Was it?” Her mother’s smile grew ten times brighter with the thought alone.

She lifted her mug in an attempt to hide her face, yet pretending she was still blowing the steam off the top of her drink. “Of course it was work related,” Bulma answered, trying to hold back the contempt in her voice.

“Of course.” Her mother’s glowing smile never faltering. “If that is the case, then you shouldn’t feel bad for at least getting a few more hours of sleep.”

Bulma rolled her eyes. “That’s not the point.” Her shoulders tensed a little as her mother just kept staring at her, almost willing her to tell the truth of the situation. “I kinda gave up on my project without finishing it last night, and I really wanted to get it done. So, I was gonna finish it, hopefully before lunch. Then maybe I can get a nap in afterwards.” Ugh, since when did she need to make up such poor stories to appease her mother’s curiosity? How many times was it now that she’d had to give some bullshit excuse to get her mother off her back in the last few weeks? Too many!

The blonde just continued to smile, but finally went back to scrubbing plates. “Alright, dear. I’m only thinking of your health. It can’t be good to go down and work on machines with no sleep,” her mother supplied.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve got my coffee.” She raised her mug before taking a bigger sip of the cooling liquid. “And I won’t work with tools. I’m just drawing up a plan.” Bulma gave her mother a smile before heading down to get some work done.

Fingers grazed her bare arm, running from the shoulder to her elbow. They curled around the bone, pulling her into a strong body. The heat she usually felt emanating, gone. In place of the scorching skin was cold steel. She looked up, finding his eyes that only further chilled her to the bone. The look in the dark depths matching the coldness that was radiating off his bare chest. His infamous smirk planted in place, making her body tremble. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or anticipation she was trembling from, but it didn’t matter, did it?

“Bulma.”

The one word she’d been dying to hear passed his lips in such a gentle and passionate tone--so different from the stiffness of his body and menacing look still covering his face. She gave him a confused look. His voice, it didn‘t sound right either. It was different and not just because of the unusually soft tone he was using.

“Wake up.”

She jerked awake, her eyes scanning the area to find her father. A hand came to rest over her wildly beating heart. “Sorry, Dad, I must’ve dozed off there.” Her other hand reached up to wipe at her mouth.

He offered her a small smile as he petted the tiny black cat on his shoulder, calming the creature down from Bulma’s sudden jolt. “Your mother did seem worried that you hadn’t gotten much sleep.”

“Yeah, I was up late working on plans.” She turned to her desk, looking at the blueprints to see a small puddle of drool where her head had been resting. ‘Real nice,’ she thought as she turned her attention back to her father. “So, what’s up?”

“Well, I have a business meeting to go to in the morning. It’s out of town, so I’ll be gone a few days.”

Bulma nodded. “Alright. I know what to do, Dad. I’ll check up on Capsule and make sure it’s running smoothly, get the daily reports….”

“Your mother insists that she come with me,” Dr. Briefs interrupted his daughter without missing a beat. “Will you be okay?” he asked after a moments pause.

She blinked. Once, twice. “Being alone with Vegeta,” she said quietly, so many different thoughts firing around in her brain. ‘Alone. With Vegeta. For two whole days. Would she be okay?’ Then her thoughts ran to her father. The man was standing there, unconsciously stroking the shoulder cat between it’s ears. “I’ll be fine. We’ve come to a sort-of understanding with each other over the last few months.” Her father shot her a skeptical look. Bulma gave him a soft smile. “As long as we stay out of each other’s way. Besides, he hasn’t done anything to me yet.”

Dr. Briefs nodded. “Yes, I’m sure you’ll be fine. I must say that I’m also a bit surprised how much the young man has changed since he first started living here.” The old man looked down at his daughter. “Each time he comes to demand something, he‘s always a little less threatening about it,” he said with a smile. He stopped for a minute, ready to turn and leave before suddenly remembering something else. “Speaking of Vegeta. Lunch is ready, so if you want any, you better hurry before he eats it all.”

She pushed herself from her chair. “Thanks, Dad.” Before she could get too far, she was caught by her arm.

His face was serious, lips turned into a slight frown. “And do try to get more sleep. I don’t want you collapsing down here with nobody to find you.”

Bulma gave him a short nod, chewing on her bottom lip lightly. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

Her father’s rough hand let her go, and he gave her another small smile before wandering off.

When Bulma arrived in the kitchen, she saw that Vegeta was still eating and her mother was humming while stirring something in a pot. She glanced at Vegeta, who very quickly looked from his food, to her, then back down. She put a smile on and went to grab a plate.

“Good afternoon, Mother.”

The blonde stopped what she was doing and turned toward her daughter. Her hands clasped together and her face brightened. “Did your father find you?”

“Yes,” Bulma answered her mother while gathering food on her plate.

“Then you know all about the wonderful news!” her mother said way too cheerfully. “Your father and I will be taking a vacation, finally,” the older woman said as though her and her husband didn’t get enough vacation time away from home.

Bulma heard the faint noise of Vegeta’s rhythmic eating and stacking falter. She wanted to turn to look at him, but she’d get her chance in a few minutes. “Mother, it’s not a vacation. Dad said it was a business meeting and you’ll only be gone for a few days.”

“Oh.” Mrs. Briefs lightly smacked her daughter’s shoulder. “Pish-posh, I’m sure I’ll be able to talk him into taking more than a few days away from his work.” The woman’s smile dimming a few watts.

Bulma smiled. “Good luck with that. You know how Dad is. Especially if he’s eager to get back home and start on a new project.” Having finally filled her plate, she turned and went to the table and sat a few chairs down from Vegeta’s head-of-the-table spot. She glanced over at him again to see a smirk formed on his lips. Making her vaguely wonder just what he was thinking. Was he thinking along the same lines as she? Damn, she hoped so. She looked back up at her mother, finding her back turned and stirring the ingredients together. “Did you hear that, Vegeta?” Her eyes scanning back to the alien man. “Mom won’t be here to cook your meals….” Vegeta shot her a dirty look.

Mrs. Briefs interjected quickly, keeping her attention on the food and not on the two adults at the table. “I’m cooking Mister Vegeta plenty of food. So that way he’ll have meals to eat while I’m gone.”

Vegeta shot the blue-haired woman a satisfied smirk. To which she countered by sticking out her tongue.

“And I thought you wouldn’t want your sleep or workday interrupted just to make Mister Vegeta his meals.”

“Hopefully that means he won’t need me to heat them up for him or do his dishes.”

Vegeta reached up to scratch his nose with his middle finger. Bulma smirked before taking a bite of her lunch.

“I’ve set up the bots to take care of all the cleaning.” Her mother finally spun around from her cooking. “Will you need me to show you how to work the microwave, Mister Vegeta?”

The blonde ditz was staring at him, with that infuriating grin on her face. Out of the corner of his left eye he could see Bulma with her smirk still in place. “I’ll manage,” he finally answered. How hard was it to use a fucking microwave? Besides, he didn’t mind eating his food cold. Food, was food, was food. He was being fed--for free--he wasn’t going to complain, and he certainly didn’t want to spend anymore time alone with the ditzy woman if he didn’t have to.

Mrs. Briefs turned back to her task, and Vegeta went back to eating. Bulma sat silently, eating her lunch and contemplating what to do afterwards--if she should go back to the lab or take a nap and finish later tonight. She brought the fork up to her lips, the points tapping against her bottom lip. Work or nap? Nap or work? A chair scooted roughly across the floor, breaking her from the thought. She watched Vegeta stalk off, never giving her a second glance as he left the room.

“Oh, I forgot to ask how you were feeling.” Her mother looked slightly over her shoulder at her daughter.

“I’m fine, Mom.” Bulma laughed lightly. “I actually fell asleep while working. I can’t believe I did that.”

“You should go take a nap,” her mother lightly scolded.

Bulma quickly finished off her meal. “I feel a lot better now, especially after eating.” She took her plate to the sink and rinsed it off. “I promise I’ll get this blueprint done and call it a day.”

“Your father and I worry about you.”

Bulma gave her mother a small smile. “I know. He already told me I was to get more sleep and not pass out in the lab again. Things are just a little hectic with Vegeta around. You know how he is, always needing something. But, I guess I can’t really blame Vegeta, since he usually goes to Dad.” She sighed lightly. “Oh well, I suppose I should go finish that blueprint so I can get a nap.”

That’s exactly what Bulma did. She finished off her blueprint, satisfied with it for the moment. It would definitely need some reworking once her brain and eyes got a little more sleep, and she would be able to think and see more clearly. She stopped by the kitchen to tell her mother she was taking a nap, and that she’d be down for dinner.

Dinner came and went, her father going over all that needed to be done and looked after while he would be away. Bulma gave him half-hearted nods as he went through his usual list. After dinner, she excused herself to head to bed early, but not before telling her parents she would see them off in the morning. As she climbed the stairs to her hallway, she offered a small prayer that Vegeta wouldn’t bug her tonight. If he did, she was quite certain she would either pass out on him or bitch him out--which would most likely end up in him taking a few steps back again.

She shook her head as she got ready for bed. Pulling on her pajamas, which consisted of a pair of cotton pajama pants and a light t-shirt, she couldn’t care less at this point if she offended the surly Saiyan. She needed her sleep, damn it! She pouted her lips and gave a short nod of her head as she crawled into bed and set her alarm before drifting off.

The next morning her alarm came alive at 6 A.M. Her arm extended out of the covers, shutting off the annoying buzz, and feeling refreshed after a full nights sleep. She threw the covers off and hopped out of bed, ready to start her day. Taking a quick shower and getting dressed, she bounded down the hallway and staircase with a smile on her face.

“Good morning, darling,” her mother was the first to greet her. “My, you’re in a good mood,” the woman commented with her usual blinding smile.

Bulma kissed her mother’s cheek. “I had a good night’s rest,” she said with a smile almost matching her mother’s. “Where’s Dad?”

“Oh, he’s getting the suitcases all packed up.”

“And Vegeta?” She looked towards the kitchen. Usually that’s where he was this early in the morning, but Bulma could hear the robot clean-up crew already at work.

“Mister Vegeta had an early breakfast this morning. He was just finishing up when we came down.”

“Oh.” She had been hoping to catch Vegeta at breakfast so she could try to evaluate what the next few days were going to be like, but no such luck.

“Honey bunny,” her father’s voice rang through the silent house. “We need to get going, is Bulma up….” The old man turned the corner to see both women smiling. He cleared his throat and looked towards his daughter. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Morning, Dad. I didn’t think you two would be leaving so early in the morning.”

He blushed a little. “Well, your mother wanted to leave earlier.”

Bulma shot a look towards her mother. She shook her head as she watched the woman go to stand beside her husband. Her mother was someone she would never understand. “Well, have a safe trip.” Bulma walked over to the couple, give each of them a hug. “And be sure to call if anything comes up.”

Her mother giggled, and her father gave a nod.

“I suppose we’ll be off,” her father stated, hooking his arm around his wife’s.

“Goodbye, dear.”

“Love you!” Bulma called to her parents just before hearing the door click shut. She sighed and headed toward the kitchen to get breakfast and start her day.

She spent the first half of her day working in the lab--revising her blueprint and working on prototypes. Wiping the sweat from her forehead six hours later, she headed up to get some lunch and clean up a bit. She walked into the kitchen, her footsteps faltering a bit as she saw Vegeta sitting at the table. “Good afternoon.” She walked over to the sink, her eyes trained on her dirty hands and thoughts running towards to how dirty her entire body felt. She turned on the water and lathered her hands with soap. Her mind too preoccupied with thoughts to notice the silence around her.

“What the hell are you wearing, woman?”

She jumped slightly as he caught her unaware. Her hands twisted around under the running water, scrubbing away all the grime. “It’s a jumpsuit I wear so I don’t get my clothes dirty,” she stated blandly, not letting him get the upper hand so easily. Although, with his body heat seeping through her clothes and onto her skin and his hand creeping up to the zipper of her suit wasn’t helping. “Do you like it?” she teased as his hand finally landed on the small piece of metal and pulled down.

He snorted in her ear, and his lips lightly brushed across her left cheek. “It’s the most decent thing I’ve seen you wear since living here.”

She laughed. Looking down at her hands, she saw they were as clean as they were going to get and turned off the water. “Says the man who walks around in form fitting shorts all day, every day.” One of her hands reached back to tug at the waistband of said shorts.

“I have a reason….” he started.

“So do I, it’s called summer!” she retorted quickly. The alien man always had an excuse for everything she called him out on. So if he could use some bullshit excuse, well so could she! “It’s starting to get colder out now,” she said a little more softly as the zipper of her jumpsuit stopped at her waist and a warm hand rested just under the hem of her shirt. She briefly wondered if Vegeta’s home planet was anything like Earth. Did they have different seasons, or was it just constantly warm or cold all the time? Would he answer if she asked? She breathed out heavily through her nose. ‘Most likely not,’ her mind answered.

His hand glided over her ribs, fingertips brushing the underside of her bra before a much smaller hand caught his wrist. He was about to open his mouth to protest, but she beat him to it.

“I’m hungry.” She pushed at his wrist but it didn’t budge.

“So am I.”

His voice was smooth and caressing to her eardrums. “Hmm.” A smirk played on her lips. “Then go fuck yourself.” She still continued to push on his wrist, her other hand gripping his forearm, trying to help.

His growl was low and warning. He finally let her push his hand away, and a took a few steps back from her. “Fine, eat,” he growled before storming off.

Bulma rolled her eyes. ‘Two steps back all because of that,’ she mused. She was learning that he was quite fickle. Some things tended to piss him off more on certain days. Perhaps it was the knowledge of her parents being out of the house, no one to catch them. She gave herself a disappointed sigh. Maybe she shouldn’t have pushed him away because she really had wanted to fool around and take advantage of the not-getting-caught situation they would be in for the next few days.

She opened the fridge, pulling out something for lunch. As she waited for the food to heat up an idea popped into her head. It seemed as though Vegeta was always coming to her, so perhaps it was time to let him know she wanted to go to him. A smile appeared back on her face. Yes, she would go to him this time and hope that he wasn’t too pissed off about her rejection.

Taking her food to the table, she was about to sit down until she noted that she still had her filthy jumpsuit on. She stripped out of it, feeling a bit better but no less cleaner as she sat down to eat, leaving the suit on the floor until she finished.

After finishing her food, she rinsed her plate off and went back to grab the suit off the floor and take it to the laundry room. Unfortunately she didn’t make it far. As she entered the living room, she was tackled onto the couch, her eyes growing wide with panic and her heart rate speeding up with adrenaline. Her elbow jabbed into hard, warm flesh and her eyes met tanned skin. “Vegeta,” she half-growled, half-gasped. She looked up further to see a smirking face.

“Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking about the same thing,” he whispered darkly.

“Honestly,” she started, dropping the dirty suit she still held over the back of the couch. “I was hoping you weren’t too pissed ‘cause I did want to take advantage of the empty house.”

He chuckled, his smirk growing more dangerous as one of her own appeared. “Is that so?”

Her arms wrapped around his torso so she could pull herself up to brush her lips against his. He responded and no more words passed between the two as their clothes landed in a small pile on the floor. Heated flesh pressed against burning flesh. Strong hands slide along her hips and under her back, commanding her to sit. Her legs pressed against his, knees almost jabbing into his hip bones. Smaller hands wrapped around his thick neck and swept up into his hair.

“Vegeta,” she murmured, catching his eyes. His touch was gentle, and it would’ve unnerved her if she wasn’t so caught up in the way it was making her feel. Pure and utter bliss clouded her mind, as she shifted her hips and their lower regions brushed against each other.

His hands ran down her back to rest on her hips. “You want it,” his voice was barely above a whisper. His fingers pressed into her soft flesh briefly.

She bit her bottom lip. Was this a trap? Was he really still so pissed that he was going to do something horrible and humiliating to her? She took in his serious expression, his fingertips pressing into her hips. “I want it,” she finally responded, keeping the nervousness and curiosity hidden behind a mask of indifference. She pressed forward, her breasts rubbing against his chest and her lips hovering only inches from his own. Their eyes still locked in some sort of silent battle. Her hips lifted under his hold. She grinned. “Now.” She lowered her hips, impaling herself on him.

He smirked as she gasped. “Impatient?” His fingers stayed anchored on her hips that were now rocking against his own.

Her hands left his hair to rest at his shoulders, giving her a little bit of leverage to help lift her body more. “And you’re usually not?” she shot back, the grin still on her face. Her teeth bit down on her lower lip again as he maneuvered below her. A hand left her hip so he could lean back on it, giving her a better angle to work with. Her eyes rolled slightly back when she was able to take more of him in. “Ah.” Her eyes focused back on his smirking face.

Nails dug into his shoulders as his other hand left her hip to move up her back. Her hips snapped down, rubbing harder with each stroke. He watched her face set into concentration as she measured her strokes. The way her eyes dilated and lips twitched as she found the right combination.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent gasp. Her vision blurred, going cross-eyed for a few seconds. Her fingers moved from his shoulders to press sharply into the back of his corded neck before her body lowered so she could kiss him. Her body shivered and pulsed as the endorphins released into her bloodstream. His lips quickly dominated over hers as her body became drugged with pleasure. “Mmm,” the noise vibrated from her throat as the high thrummed down to her toes.

“More.”

The deep rumble caught her sluggish senses. “Work,” she said weakly before being pushed back against the cushions. “I need to….” A rough kiss cut off her words. A hand smoothed along the underside of her right thigh, pushing the leg higher so his hips could push deeper.

He finally pulled away from her lips, his own traveling over her chin and to her throat. His tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness of her sweaty skin. As his tongue continued it’s assault on her neck, he could hear something faintly calling out in his mind. What was this woman doing to him? He should be out training! He shouldn’t be thinking about when he would get to fuck her again. He had a goal to obtain. He was supposed to be trying to gain his legendary status!

His name rolled off her tongue. Both his hands cupped under her ass, lifting the cheeks off the cushions. She was so soft, her surroundings were always soft, her voice calling out his name so seductively with a bit of hoarseness. It was something he hadn’t gotten to experience much while being controlled by Frieza. Things were always hard and cold. When women did approach him it was usually because of his high-ranking amongst the soldiers, to which he would usually just turn his nose up and leave them high and dry.

Fingers pulled at his hair as his tongue still swept along her neck and down to her breasts. Her panting moans filled his ears as he drove harder into the soft, warm, wet flesh. He grunted, mouth pressing firmly into the swell of her left breast as he released.

Bulma panted as she tried to calm her heart and get the necessary air to form words. Of course, Vegeta being pressed so intimately in and on her wasn’t helping. New beads of sweat started forming as his heat settled over them. “Vegeta,” she finally managed to croak out.

“Hmm.”

His nose nestled against her breast, and she almost wanted to laugh at the action and the contentment in his reply. She wasn’t going to upset him now, though. She removed her fingers from his hair so they could run down his spine.

His body instantly stiffened as the soft touch neared his stump, but the digits stopped just out of reach. “What is it, woman?” He finally lifted his head to look at her.

She gave him a contented smile. “I need to get back to work.”

He snorted, pushing himself away from her fully. A small hiss escaped from his partner’s parted lips as he slid out of her. “And I need to get back to training.” He stood from the couch, grabbed his shorts, and pulled them on.

“Vegeta,” Bulma called before he could leave, stretching her legs out along the couch. She didn’t want him to think that she was trying to push him away. “I’ll see ya later.” She gave him wink as she stretched her arms.

He snorted, but gave her a lewd look. “Depends on how hungry I am.”