Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Living a Love Song ❯ Chapter 1

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

B/V get together in the guise of bits and pieces of love songs cause it just works like that! Vegeta is OOC in one or two parts, but it is for romance.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the songs used in the fic.
If she’s beautiful, it’s hard to say no-Steve McQueen

Vegeta punched the air angrily putting all his strength into it. He had been finding himself entranced by the Earth woman again. It had been happening more and more since the explosion of the GR. Ever since he had awoke to see her sleeping at the desk beside him he had felt this strange compulsion to be near her.

Her care for him was beguiling. No one had ever cared about his well being like that before. He didn’t have much experience with women and Bulma was the ultimate enigma. She could be kind and gentle, yet stubborn and intelligent to a fault.

He tried to push her away by angering her, but her anger only made his desire for her burn more. He wasn’t sure if what he felt for her was lust or just a confusing interest to know her mind, but it was becoming far too distracting.

He made the mistake of slowing his training down to do an intricate kata slowly, but as he did it his mind wandered to a fantasy of Bulma floating around him wrapped only in a sheet enticing him with her slow seductive movements. He felt himself harden painfully and he stopped mid kata.

“By the gods!” He hissed in pain. “What has she done to me?” His erection throbbed demanding relief from the only woman who had ever caused him to have a wet dream. “That’s it!” He growled. “I will not let this desire dictate my training any longer. I will relieve it!” He roared stalking out of the GR to find the object of his confused obsession.

And I can’t fight this feeling anymoreI’ve forgotten what I started fighting forIt’s time to bring this ship into the shoreAnd throw away the oars, foreverCause I can’t fight this feeling anymoreI’ve forgotten what I started fighting forAnd if I have to crawl upon the floorCome crashing through your doorBaby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore
It was just after dinner at the Briefs house and Bulma had gone up to her room. She was lying on her bed watching TV pondering Vegeta’s behavior at dinner. Her father had been telling an amusing story and she thought she heard Vegeta chuckle. She had commented on it, saying that getting a laugh out of him must be a rare once in a life time moment. He had gotten edgy and growly about it before returning to his usually quiet state. It seemed like a lot lately he had been avoiding me when pissing me off was usually his favorite past time.

‘It must sound weird, but I like our conversation no matter how scathing our verbal battles get. He may be arrogant, but he is very intelligent and amazingly handsome, any woman would be crazy not to want him even if her mother taught her it’s what’s on the inside that counts. Well no one knows what’s on the inside of Vegeta, probably not even him.’ On that thought Vegeta burst through the door.

Bulma was so surprised she jumped and flung herself back into her pillows. When she saw Vegeta she was relieved that it was just him, but then she saw the feral look in her eyes and she felt chills race down her spine.

He rushed over and leaned over her possessively capturing her in a passionate kiss. Bulma was shocked out of breath by his unsuspecting action and his tongue invaded her mouth probing its warm crevices and she gasped in pleasure as he caressed her with his wet muscle. “Ve…ge...ta…what…are you…doing?” She tried to question his actions in between his heated kisses, but he gave no answer, but to groan as his hands moved slowly down her sides to slide under her shirt and up to squeeze and caress her breasts. Bulma bit her lip and moaned deep in her throat as his hands explored her body. His mouth traveled down nipping and kissing her jaw and neck line. His hands eyes wanted to see the skin that his hands were pleasuring so he grabbed the hem of her shirt and ripped it in half, while his fingers deftly snapped her bra. Bulma gasped as her clothing was forcibly removed from her body and Vegeta chuckled against her neck and the vibration made her writhe beneath him and reach up to grasp him flame shaped mane. Vegeta lifted himself up to look down at Bulma’s supple breath and growled as he was overcome with the urge to lick them and latched his mouth onto her already taut nipples. He sucked, nibbled, and laved her breasts till they were raw from his attentions. Bulma arched her back trying to get more contact with the strong Prince above her. He had no shirt on and her hands slowly moved out of his hair to caress the steely muscles and deep scars of his back. She wasn’t sure what had possessed them both to do this, but it felt so good that she had no presence of mind to question it. Vegeta’s hands moved down to her waist and his mouth sought her’s out once more. His hands swiftly removed her pants and underwear in one swift pull and he pressed two of his fingers against her slick folds. A tremor ran through Bulma at his touch and her fingers slid down his back till she accidentally brushed his tail spot and he growled as his body shook in pleasure. His manhood pulsed with need and he ripped his pants off with one hand while parting her folds with the other positioning himself at her entrance sliding her thighs apart. He slowly pushed into her inch by thick inch. Bulma groaned in absolute bliss. Vegeta gasped as he entered her, his eyes rolling back in his head from the sensation of her incasing him. She fit like she was made for him. He slowly began to thrust in and out of her with deep full strokes. Their rhythm increased slowly until Bulma began to lose it rocking against his furiously with her ankles locked around his waist. She was so close to completion.

Vegeta couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted more full contact with her. He pulled out of her and flipped her over so quickly she didn’t have time to feel bereft. He pulled her up on all fours and thrust into her from behind causing her to have an instant orgasm. She screamed out hoarsely as pleasure swept through her. Her inner walls gripped him like a vice and he groaned and thrust harder allowing his hands to wander her breasts and mound as he continued his pleasurable onslaught. Bulma came once again and this time Vegeta went with her screaming and groaning their bliss into the darkness. Vegeta rolled over with him still embedded in her from behind and held her against his chest nibbling her neck as they slowly descended from their orgasmic high. They were both exhausted from their passionate interlude and fell asleep in each others arms.

Any time not spent on love is wasted- Torquato Tasso

That one night Vegeta gave into passion turned into a continuing affair between him and Bulma. At least once a day Vegeta would seek her out to sate his insatiable hunger for her. It wasn’t just for her body. It was for her company, her intelligent verbal banter, and her comforting presence. Just being with her made him feel a peace he had never felt in his entire existence. Of course he would never tell her that. His pride still ruled the majority of his emotions and his time with Bulma didn’t help him focus on his training any more than before although he was getting stronger, but he was even too distracted to notice that.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty houseThat don't bother meI can take a few tears now and then and just let them outI'm not afraid to cry every once in a whileEven though going on with you gone still upsets meThere are days every now and again I pretend I'm okBut that's not what gets me

Vegeta watched from the doorway as Bulma hustled around the kitchen, cooking, heaven forbid. He smirked to himself remembering her conversation earlier that day on the phone with that fool human who considered himself her boyfriend. She had thoroughly chewed him out for his drunken visit the evening before with lipstick on his collar none the less and Vegeta was very proud of his woman for kicking his ass to the curb finally. Yamcha had been cheating on Bulma long before he had entered the picture. Vegeta could smell it and turn about is fair play.

‘My woman.’ The thought stuck in his head. It wasn’t completely unwelcome either. Although human she was amazingly intelligent and beautiful. She was already a Queen in her own right. As soon as the thought entered his head his pride and warrior mentality pushed it out. He could never tell her how he felt it. Emotions were for the weak and she was undoubtedly a weakness.

Bulma caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye and turned to smile at him. His stomach dropped whenever she gifted him with one of her rare genuine smiles. It melted him to the core and made the great warrior defenseless. “Is there something you wanted Vegeta?” She asked with a playful hint in her voice. Vegeta clenched his fist and his jaw as his long dead heart screamed from the darkness for him to say words foreign and forbidden to him. He just shook his head and watched her eyes fall, but her smile never faltered. “Alright then, well dinner’s almost ready. If you do need anything don’t be afraid to ask.” With that she turned away heading for the pantry.
What hurts the mostWas being so closeAnd having so much to sayAnd watching you walk awayAnd never knowingWhat could have beenAnd not seeing that loving youIs what I was tryin' to do
One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life. That word is love.-Sophocles
Bulma sighed her strange relationship with Vegeta had been going on for over two months and she still wasn’t sure about his motive. Sometimes he would just race into the house or the lab, find her and ravish her on the spot. Other times he would come across her by chance and lure her into a verbal spar that ended in a kiss. Or other times he would just mysteriously come into a room and watch her covertly for a while. Once he had even been playful with her. The way he acted then would have shocked all who knew the brooding Prince, but she knew that the way he acted with her in and out of bed was the real him. Noble to the bone. His cold arrogance hid the charm that he possessed well.

She thought like she was starting to understand him more and hoped against hope that his attraction to her was more than curiosity or a physical need. She never questioned his motives before, but the more she was with him the more she yearned to know the truth. What did he feel for her? She asked herself every day. The even scarier question threatened to answer itself. ‘How do I feel about him?’ ‘You love him.’ The voice whispered persistently. She refused to admit anything to herself out loud before she knew how he felt.
Say that you loveSay im the oneDon't kiss and hug me and then try to runI don't do dramaMy tears don't fall fastI want a love that will last
I don't want a just a memoryGives me foreverDon't even think about saying good-byeCuz I want just one love to be enoughAnd remain in my heart till I die
After another couple of days passed and Bulma became more desperate to know Vegeta’s feelings she tried to read him, but to no avail and she was afraid to ask. It might complicate their already complicated relationship. She slowly came to terms with the fact that she felt something deep and heart felt for the arrogant alien Prince. Their relationship may not have been picture perfect, but she wanted it all the same.

One night after one of their sex marathons, they collapsed on the bed neither one of them strong enough to untangle themselves from their partner. Bulma took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Vegeta’s neck and pull him closer. She wasn’t sure if he was asleep or not, but in that one comforting peaceful moment she had to say it, before her heart burst.

“I love you Vegeta.” She kissed his cheek chastely and fell asleep on his rock hard chest.

Unbeknownst to her Vegeta had heard her proclamation and he wasn’t sure what to think. Part of him warmed at her statement the other jumped in shock and fear. He laid awake the rest of the night trying to figure things out.

So call me romanticOh I guess that's soTheres something more that you oughta knowI'll never leave youSo don't even askI want a love that will lastForeverI want a love that will lastI want a love that will last
Love is a great beautifier- Louis May Alcott
Over the next week Vegeta struggled with those soft words Bulma had whispered when she thought he was sleeping. It had confused him beyond repair. If she had distracted him before now he was completely lost. His focus was shot all to hell. It was dangerous for him to train. He was a loose cannon, with a short fuse, and a wandering mind.

He threw himself down on the floor of the GR and screamed his anger and frustration in a deafening roar. “DAMN IT! She is making this so hard! She is bringing the emotions out of theory and into reality where I can’t handle them!”

He stared at the floor in a daze trying to think coherently.

“She loves me?” He whispered in awed wonderment.
“What’s wrong with her!?” He shouted punching the floor again. “I don’t deserve love, I am a monster who can’t love her back!.....Now I’m talking to myself too!”

Thoughts of Bulma’s gentle smile and sparkling eyes filled his thoughts. All those times she had touched him with hand and with word in ways that warmed him through and through, he wanted nothing more than to be able to return that feeling to her, but it was beyond him.

“What have you done Bulma?”
Life ain't always beautifulSometimes it's just plain hardLife can knock you down, it can break your heartLife ain't always beautifulYou think you're on your wayAnd it's just a dead end road at the end of the day
But the struggle makes you strongerAnd the changes make you wiseAnd happiness has it's own way of takin' it sweet time
Later that day after a long draining training session Vegeta went to the kitchen for a bite to eat. Bulma was in there washing dishes from an earlier meal. When she saw him she smiled to herself. Just being around him made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside; feelings not easily associated with the saiyan Prince. He scoured the fridge for a moment before turning to scowl at her.
“Woman where is all the food?” He asked gruffly.

Bulma just smiled at his usual tone for when he was denied food. “We are out obviously. My mother is going shopping tomorrow.” Bulma sauntered up to him and stood toe to toe with him, her mouth dangerously close to his. “We could go out for dinner?”

“You know I hate crowds and socializing woman.” Vegeta said in his arrogant tone. Vegeta couldn’t believe she was being so open and asking him such a crazy question. She was taking their relationship to a level he wasn’t ready for. The whole image aspect of him being seen with her and people perceiving them as…’together’ was a scary thought for the proud warrior.

“Oh come on Vegeta!” She said patronizingly, pleading with her eyes and tone.

“I said no, woman.” Vegeta said sternly. He wasn’t ready for it and Bulma exerting such a powerful influence over him was unnerving. After the humiliation and degradation he had suffered under Frieza’s power, he wasn’t about to let another have the same advantage.

Bulma knew deep in her subconscious that should have been the end of it, but she continued her argument as though possessed by the need for some kind of normality in her relationship with Vegeta. “Oh please Vegeta, what are you so afraid of? It’ll just be us, a couple out having a nice quiet meal. Either you go with me or you don’t eat.” She said reverting to her pushiness for help.

Vegeta was angered by her words more than any regular man would have been. She was calling them a couple and trying to force this on him all at once and he turned to his defense mechanism insults and other verbal bashings.

“Woman have you lost the little common sense you have? We are not a couple! I am not just going to be an obedient little pet and do everything you say! I am not a fool, I am a Prince and you are a commoner regardless of your wealth you have no right to talk down to me. You’re loud mouth becomes more annoying every time you open it!”

Bulma was used to verbal battles with Vegeta so this came as no big surprise at first. “I’m just trying to be nice! And if we’re not a couple then what are we? What do you saiyans call what we have?”

She wasn’t emotionally prepared for the next words out of his mouth. “An infatuation, a weakness, a scintillating distraction, a man and his whore….”

Bulma’s heart hit the floor and shattered. Her mouth hung open and she looked like she was gasping for air. She put a hand on her chest as his words physically hurt her. She knew he didn’t love her, but she was sure he at least cared about her. She regained herself and her temper flared. “You son of a bitch! If any one in this room is a whore its you! Frieza probably had you so many times….” Before she could finish her statement Vegeta grabbed her neck and threw her against the wall growling ferociously.
“Shut your mouth bitch! I was not and never will be anybody’s whore! I don’t know why I ever bothered with a pathetic woman like you. Trust me you will never have this man in your bed again!” He dropped her and she slid to the floor in shock. She rubbed her neck where he had held her as it was sore from his grip and her breath came in short gasps as tears streamed from her eyes. She stared at his back as he stomped out of the room and her gasps turned into choking sobs, he had hurt her more in the last five minutes then anyone had in her whole life.
No, life aint always beautifulTears will fall sometimesLife aint always beautifulBut it's a beautiful rideLife aint always beautifulSome days I miss your smileI get tired of walkin' all these lonely miles

Vegeta left Capsule Corp and flew off into the wilderness. He flew until it got dark then he set down on a rocky cliff face to stare back the way he had come. He felt an emotion bubbling in him that he only ever felt in short bursts, regret. This time it gnawed at him like a flesh eating virus threatening to devour him. He could still hear Bulma sobbing and see her on the floor of the kitchen in pain. He was familiar with pain, he earned and gave it freely. But with Bulma it was a pain that wasn’t physical it was deep and emotional and he knew that yet again he was the cause of it. He had stopped his emotions long ago for that very reason the pain of losing his father, his home, his title, and his honor had hardened him and he never wanted to feel like that again. But seeing Bulma like that had caused a rift in the wall around his heart. She was the cause and the end of all his troubles at the same time. Yet he wanted her, no needed her more than he needed his pride.

He sat down hard on the stone face and groaned. “What have I done?”And I wish for just one minuteI could see your pretty faceGuess I can dream, but life dont work that wayBut the struggles makes me strongerAnd the changes make me wiseAnd happiness has it's own way of takin' its sweet time

I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved.- George Eliot

A month went by slowly as Vegeta stayed as far away from Capsule Corp as he could. Everyday he felt hollower without seeing Bulma, he was being to feel like his old self again and he didn’t really like it. Whenever he stopped to think though, an image of her smiling face would always appear, soon to be followed by an image of her in tears on the floor. At night he found he could no longer sleep without her in his arms. She had made him feel again and when he tried to go back to his old self it caused him more pain.

Finally one night even the pain of being separated from her physically and emotionally became too much, even for the cold stout hearted Prince. He decided to eat his pride and go to her. It would be the first apology of his life.

It's 3 AM and I finally say I'm sorry for acting that way I didn't really mean to make you cry Oh baby, sometimes I wonder why Does it always have to come down To you leaving Before I'll say "I love you" Why do I always use the words That cut the deepest When I know how much it hurts you Oh baby why, do I do that to you

Bulma lay awake wiping her tears away once again. She couldn’t sleep and she had barely slept at all since Vegeta left. She was mad at him, furious even, but she missed him too. And that very morning she had found out something that made him being away even more maddening. She was afraid of him, but she loved him at the same time. She wasn’t sure how it was possible. He was so cold, but she could feel that he wanted to love her. Deep inside him locked away behind walls of steel and ice was a heart that she longed to have.

Suddenly she heard the soft whoosh of Vegeta landing on the balcony and like an apparition he floated through the curtains of her open door.

Bulma watched him as he stood stalk still in the center of the room watching her. Bulma slowly rolled over and sat up pulling the blanket up to her chin to protect her.

Vegeta felt like he had been kicked in the head and punched in the stomach at the same time as he watched her hide herself from him in fear.

His disgrace and disgust with himself showed for an instant as he cringed then ran an agitated hand through his spiky locks.

In one swift move that didn’t allow her time to react he was sitting on the edge of the bed right next to her. He slowly reached out and grabbed her tiny hand pulling it to his chest and stared deeply into her eyes. “I’m sorry.” He whispered in a deep rough voice. He had never used the words before and they caught in his throat like stones.

Bulma stared at his hard eyes and felt his heart beat beneath her hand at a fast pace. She could feel he was truly sorry. She wanted so much to just melt into his arms and whisper words of love and forgiveness to him, but she wasn’t going to let herself be used again. Not with more at stake she had to know for sure.

“Why?” She asked simply.

Vegeta blinked and looked away knowing what she was asking. His mouth hung open as he tried to think of words that could describe his crazy emotions. “I….I… I’m not sure.” He stuttered. Never in his life had he done that either. It was definitely a night of firsts.

There was silence between while Vegeta’s mind raced for an answer and doubt welled in Bulma’s heart.

“Vegeta you have to be sure. I can’t allow this thing between us to go on unless I know what it is. If you love me than prove it because I’m pregnant Vegeta and I want this child to have a real family, not some guy that show’s up every now and then to see his emotionally distraught mother!”

Vegeta was abruptly brought out of his deep thoughts by one word out of her long exclamation. ‘Pregnant.’ His mouth hung open and he cocked his head to stare at her stomach. He slowly reached out to touch her stomach and Bulma had half a mind to pull away, but the look in his eyes was calm and dare she think it caring.

Vegeta could feel a small ki inside her that was unmistakably a mix of his and hers. He was a father. Never had he dreamed such a thing could be possible. He was excited yet so afraid at the same time.
I know I'd never let you walk away So why do I push you 'til you break And why are you always on theverge of good-bye Before I'll show you how I really feel inside Does it always have to come down To you leaving Before I'll say "I love you" Why do I always use the words That cut the deepest When I know how much it hurts you Oh baby why, do I do that to you

The light that lies in woman’s eyes has been my heart’s undoing.- Thomas Moore
Vegeta looked up into Bulma’s eyes and before she could even register his actions he pulled her to him in a passionate kiss that turned gentle. She melted into his embrace and he pulled back to stare deeply into her eyes running his finger down her jaw in an almost loving caress. His jaw worked as if he wanted to say something, but Vegeta seemed to be lost for words.

“Bulma…..you’re wonderful, fantastic, beautiful…I never dreamed I could have a family. Being the best was all I ever worked for.” He spoke dreamily in a hurried voice. Bulma had never seen him as such. He looked overwhelmed and he had complimented her. A rarity in and of itself.

She pulled herself into his chest and whispered. “You can have both Vegeta, there is no law against that.”

Vegeta sighed and held her loving to his chest. “I’m sorry for what happened Bulma, its just you invoke feelings that are foreign to me.”

“I shouldn’t have insulted you, I was purposefully pushing you and it was wrong of me.”

Vegeta pulled her head up softly and put a finger to her lips shushing her. “Never again my sweet. Never again will you suffer at my hand. I swear on the royal blood of my ancestry the welfare of you and our child will come above all else.” He kissed her again and he lay with her for the rest of the night learning how to say ‘I love you.’

Bulma wept happily as Vegeta held her. Never had she been so happy. This alien Prince was the still an enigma to her, his past would still haunt them in the form of his stifled emotions, but she was willing to deal with that. She wouldn’t give him up for the world. She knew that no matter what he had done or what he might do in the future she would always love him.

I can't unthink about youI can't unfeel your touchI can't unhear all the wordsUnsay all the thingsThat used to mean so muchI wish I could unrememberEverything my heart's been throughAnd finding out it's impossible to doOh, it's no useI can't unlove you
Love conquers all- Virgil

Dragonball GT era (Flashbacks may occur!)

Vegeta leaned against the wall watching the assembled Z fighters of young and old. So much had changed since he had first landed on the mud ball of Earth. He came to destroy it, but stayed to become stronger, and ended up with a life he had never imagined. He was strong, not the strongest, but he could protect his family and that was all that mattered. His family. When thought back to his life on Earth thus far, they were the best thing that had happened to him. He had a beautiful wife who was his match in every way, but physically, a strong son, and a beautiful little girl. They were his weakness and his strength. Ever since the night he had professed his love to Bulma he had been slowly developing emotionally.

Staring out at the rain with a heavy heartIt's the end of the world in my mindThen your voice pulls me back like a wake up callI've been looking for the answerSomewhereI couldn't see that it was right thereBut now I know what I didn't know
Flashback Sequence
Vegeta tried to meditate as he leaned against the door in the lobby of the birthing ward, but was failing miserably. He occasionally heard a scream from Bulma who was at the moment trying to birth their son. He wanted to be in there with her, but the doctor’s had insisted he wait outside. When he heard the words coming out of Bulma’s mouth in screams he was glad he wasn’t right next to her for he was sure she would smack him.

After what seemed an eternity a doctor came out and waved Vegeta in wordlessly. He stalked into the room and stopped short, his breath catching in his throat at the sight before him. Bulma was breathing heavily her hair matted with sweat and her skin glistening with it as well as she held a small bundle with a tuft of purple hair and an unmistakably saiyan tail.

Vegeta walked over to stand by the bed and he ran his fingers through Bulma’s hair as he stared at his new heir. They were perfect.

“Trunks, meet your father. Vegeta meet our son Trunks Vegeta Briefs.” Bulma grinned at Vegeta then down at her little son. Vegeta reached out a finger to touch Trunks chin and when he did Trunks grabbed it with reflexes only a saiyan baby could have.

Bulma gasped slightly astonished, but Vegeta just smirked and gave a light chuckle. “That’s my boy.”
Because you live and breatheBecause you make me believe in myself when nobody else can helpBecause you live, girlMy world has twice as many stars in the sky
Flashback Sequence
“What about Bulma? What about your son Vegeta? Do they mean nothing to you now?” Goku asked through angry clenched teeth as their fight raged on.

Vegeta growled. ‘How dare Kakarott bring them into this?’ Somewhere deep in his suppressed thoughts he still cared deeply for his wife and son regardless of Babidi’s spell.

He couldn’t even bring himself to answer Goku’s question and in an instant of their clash Goku saw his eyes and smirked. “I know you’re still in there Vegeta. The real you. The father, the husband, the friend, you’ve got to fight this.”

“Don’t you get it Kakarott! I want to be the way I was before!” Vegeta shouted in a burst of power.

Somewhere far away Bulma somehow felt that there was something different about Vegeta. She closed her eyes and gave a silent plea. “Please come back to me Vegeta.”

Somehow Vegeta heard it in his mind and he was suddenly feeling a separation from Bulma he had never wanted to feel again. He groaned as the physical and mental pain of it all clicked in. It was then that he managed to regain control and formed a plan on how to defeat Buu.

‘Thank you woman…Bulma.’ He thought as he put his plan into effect.

It's alright, I survived, I'm alive againCuz of you, made it through every stormWhat is life, what's the use if you're killed insideI'm so glad I found an angelSomeoneWho was there when all my hopes fellI wanna fly, looking in your eyesBecause you live and breatheBecause you make me believe in myself when nobody else can helpBecause you live, girlMy world has twice as many stars in the skyBecause you live, I live
Flashback Sequence

Vegeta grimaced as he pulled on the jacket of the tuxedo he had to wear for the Capsule Investor’s dinner. Dr. Briefs threw one every year and this year as Bulma was now partner she felt obligated to go. Of course as she was 8 months pregnant her father and Vegeta had both insisted she shouldn’t go, but Bulma being Bulma her stubbornness beat both their opinions. So begrudgingly Vegeta was accompanying her. He would have rather gone camping with Trunks and the Sons then go to a stupid business dinner, but for the safety of Bulma and their baby.

He swore after the way he acted before Trunks was born and when he almost lost them both during Buu’s attack that he would be a better father and husband.

In Bulma’s eyes he had done well in this.

She met him at the top of the stairs and was taken a back by the sight of him in his tuxedo. He looked every bit as handsome and regal as ever. Vegeta’s breath was taken away as well.

Bulma was wearing an off the shoulder dress with flowing long sleeves but it wasn’t tight like her normal style of dress. It was tight enough to show off her pregnancy, but flowed over her bulge softly so as not to be uncomfortable. It was a lavender color and her hair was banana curls; Vegeta could almost feel like they were on Vegeta-sei, him dressed in his royal armor and the two of them at their coronation. He had always seen her as the perfect queen.

He held out his arm to her and smiled. She took it and smiled back. “You look lovely, my queen.” He whispered in her ear as they walked down the stairs.

She gave a light chuckle and squeezed his hand. She had always knew he could be a charming prince and now a days he continually proved it.

The party was full of music and sophisticated chit chat. Vegeta never left her side the whole time.

Unexpectedly, while Bulma was speaking to an influential investor she grabbed her stomach and Vegeta’s arm.

“Vegeta.” She said desperately.

Vegeta touched her stomach and felt the child’s ki spike. He knew she was in labor. “Old man!” He shouted across the room.

Dr. Briefs instantly knew it was him that was being shouted at. “Yes?” He said making his way towards Vegeta. Vegeta effortlessly lifted Bulma into his arms. “Call the Sons. Let Trunks know his mother is going into labor.”

“Yes, yes of course.”

Vegeta flew her out of Capsule quickly. As they flew to the hospital Bulma clutched her belly. “Vegeta, it’s too early!”

Vegeta was inwardly panicking, but he kept cool. When they arrived at the hospital unlike Trunks’ birth he was allowed in the room. He held her hand and patted her head. He was usually not so affectionate in public, but he was worried.

A few short, but painful hours later a little blue haired girl came screaming into the world.
“It’s a girl.” The doctor announced. Bulma wept with joy and Vegeta’s jaw hung open as he stared at the beautiful baby girl, he had helped create.

“Oh Vegeta, she’s beautiful!”

“She looks just like you.” Vegeta whispered in her ear.

Bulma smiled and leaned up to kiss him. She then handed him their daughter. He held her carefully against his massive chest and marveled at her.

“I have a daughter.”
Because you live there's a reason whyI carry on when I lose the fightI want to give what you've given me alwaysBecause you live and breatheBecause you make me believe in myself when nobody else can helpBecause you live, girlMy world has twice as many stars in the sky

Back to the present

“Hey handsome. You going to join us?” Bulma asked as she slunk up next to Vegeta and touched his shoulder, giving him a sexy smile.

Vegeta smirked back wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him. “I would rather you and I go somewhere private.”

Bulma slapped him playfully on the shoulder. “You are so bad.” She giggled before kissing him passionately.

Trunks and Bra came around the corner and saw their parents in a lip lock. “Uhhhhhh….”

“Like ew! Mom! Dad!” Bra squealed looking away, as Trunks blushed embarrassed.

Bulma pulled back and chuckled. Vegeta frowned at them. “Bothersome brats.”
“Hey!” Bra snapped putting her hands on her hips. “I resent that daddy!”

Vegeta pushed off the wall and walked over to his children Bulma in tow. He wrapped one arm around Bulma and the other around Bra. “Don’t take it so seriously. You know you’re my Princess..”

Bra instantly grinned and lay her head on his shoulder. “Thanks daddy.”

Trunks chuckled and Bra smacked him.

“Don’t hit your brother!” Bulma chastised. Vegeta chuckled.

“The boy can handle it. Let them fight it makes them stronger.” Bulma sighed bewildered at Vegeta’s parenting point of view.

Still he was a great father and he had become a wonderful husband in the last 28 years. His past still made him keep himself in check emotionally, but he was every bit the charming, noble prince she always knew he could be.

Vegeta looked around at his family. They were what made him want to live and live right. This wasn’t how he pictured his life, but he wouldn’t change it even to have his throne back. Because you live and breatheBecause you make me believe in myself when nobody else can helpBecause you live, girlMy world has everything I need to surviveBecause you live, I live, I live