Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Needed ❯ Touching Betrayal ( Chapter 10 )

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Bulma twirled herself in the mirror for the billionth time, running her hands down her curves, smoothing out the shirt she put on after cleaning herself up, taking an hour bath, then taking another hour to figure out what to wear. Finally, she decided to go with something simple but something that he would like. So blue jeans and a nice white shirt fit that the category she wanted. She had grown her hair out long, letting the ends stop right below her shoulder, also covering up the big, very visible scar, Vegeta had left her.

"He's not going to want you back, anyway. I don't know why you waste your time." A dark and small child's voice filled the air.

Bulma snapped around, "Listen here, I am still your mother and right now, Trunks, I can beat your little butt so don't give me an attitude. You need to get over it."

"I can and will never get over of what you've done, whore." Trunks backed out of the room, leaving a very frustrated Bulma.

"I swear that boy gets more like his father every damn day!" She screeched.

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With a thump, the beaten up space ship landed on the green Earth of Capsule Corporation. Bulma stood right next to the opening fidgeting with her outfit till Goku yelled for her to stand still. "Why isn't he coming out?" Bulma growled impatiently.

"I don't know. Maybe he's hurt or something?"

"But his ki is strong."

"Maybe he is waiting for an invitation?"

"Goku! Kami, how could you kid at a time like this!" Bulma smacked him up side the head, "I'm going in! You stay here!" She ran up to the side of the door, pushing in a few buttons, causing the door to open with a hiss. She ran inside.

But right when she steps in her nostrils flare at the smell. She couldn't identify the smell. At least, that's what she told herself, not wanting to believe it. Even the sounds that were being admitted from two people coming from the back, still she went on ahead, ignoring what it sounded like.

She cautiously stepped closer to where she felt his uncouthly high ki. The door that he was in was slightly ajar so she lightly pushed it open, letting it hit the back of the wall. Her thoughts broke apart as she gasped at the sight.

Vegeta heard the woman he once called his mate gasp behind him, but he paid no heed as he devoured the woman in his arms, pumping brutally into her. He knew she come in. His plan worked out perfectly.

Bulma watched Vegeta touch the moaning female, just as he use to touch her. His attention only upon her body caring little for something else. Her wails of pleasure filled the walls, her hands mixed in with his hair as he sucked on her breasts.

He felt this alien in his arms tighten around him which really did nothing to him since he felt nothing for this revolting creature. She screamed up tightening up her whole body when she came violently into an orgasm.

Vegeta didn't even wait for his for a reason that he wasn't even excited in the lease. He pulled out dropping her onto the bed and standing. He grabbed a towel from the chair beside him and tied it around not caring if the alien woman was still naked in front of his ex-woman. Vegeta turned to her. His eyes widened at the sight of her. Her muscles were so well atoned. Her hair hung down almost to her breasts. She always knew he liked the way she looked with long hair. So long it has been to see her again. He cursed himself for his body reaction toward her. Still after all this time and all of his hatred, he wanted only to be with her.

He knitted his brows, her power soaring. How had she gotten so strong? Better question. Why had she gotten so strong?

Bulma turned out of the room, running with all her might out of the ship.

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Vegeta sighed heavily, grabbing a pair of a spandex uniform out of his closet, putting it on. He turned back to the semi-conscious woman who was heaving for breath as she covered herself, "Get out. I have brought you to earth. My debt is repaid. Now leave and never show your hideous face around here again or I will give a one way ticket to hell." Then he smirked, "No, better yet, the woman will gladly take that position," Vegeta stomped out.

Vegeta deeply regretted doing that but he wanted to make this pain inside him leave. The only way he knew how to deal with whatever was happening within him was to get revenge. Isn't that suppose to make you feel better, though?

Vegeta stalled in front of Kakarot, who stood now, in front of him. They stared at each other but Vegeta just wanted to get to Bulma, "What the hell do you want, Kakarot?"

"It's absolutely amazing how you can make a woman like that, who hasn't cried in two years, break down in sobs within two minutes."

Vegeta was not affected by his tone which was on a warning level, "She deserved it." H sneered.

"Did she?"

"You speak of what you do not know." Vegeta pushed passed him but Goku just kept attacking,

"I do know, Vegeta. She told me nearly three years ago." Vegeta stalled. Anger burned within him. Not only was he being humiliated for taking a human as a mate and having her cheat on him, but now his rival knows about. [I wonder who else the bitch told.] "She has been through enough, Vegeta."

Vegeta turned sharply on his heal, "It will never be enough!"

An angry silence took over. "Why are you back?"

"To prove once and for all, that you are nothing but a 3rd class."

"That's it?"

"Of course, that's it. Why else would I return to this mud ball of a planet?"

"Maybe for Bulma? Or maybe for your son? You know…You're family?"

"You, again, are wrong. That woman and her blasted child can burn in hell for all I care." Vegeta stomped off toward the house.

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Vegeta stepped in the kitchen, his son's eyes turned to him. They lightly considerably but then darkened back again. The small boy slide of his chair gracefully and strutted over to his father with his small arms across his chest. They stared at each other for a moment. Vegeta looking down, Trunks looking up; they both nodded to one another. Then Trunks took off out the door and into the sky.

Vegeta watched the boy leave in misery. [My son…I am sorry…] Vegeta shook his head and turned his sight upstairs where the woman was moving around. He contemplated on whether he should go up. The smell of her erotic scent caught his senses. He couldn't leave. Not right now. He needed her…To see her at least.

He sighed angrily, stomping up the steps but Vegeta was a little confused why the woman was in the boy's room but kept on going, not stopping till he was leaning up against the doorway staring upon her form.

He studied every movement, every flex, every turn, every flinch. Her movements were graceful and flowed with confidence with one another in perfect rhythm. It was then he took the time to realize what exactly it was she was doing. Bulma was packing clothes into a box. "Woman," half questioned half called.

Bulma never stalled, completely ignoring him. She knew that Vegeta hated above most things was being ignored. Vegeta pushed himself off the post and went to the woman who neglected all of his moves.

She turned to get more clothes from the drawl and that's when Vegeta took the opportunity to stand behind her. Bulma knew he was there so when she turned around again, she side-stepped him. He unfortunately didn't like that too much, grabbing her arm, forcing her to turn to him. She struggled to free herself, but in doing so only got her other arm caught also along with being held tighter. Her breathing was heavy now from all of her struggling along with her rage, "Get away from me." She growled. Bulma continued to rise her ki as she proceeded to yanked her arm away. But of course, Vegeta felt it and rose his ki as well to keep her in his grasp. "Let go." She growled a little more warningly.

Vegeta ignored her and leaned into to what his senses wanted him to. He took a deep long breath through his nose. Bulma must have realized what he was doing because she stopped. He had missed her scent so much but in spite of her, remembering what she did to him, he whispered in her ear, "How does it feel, bitch?"

Bulma growled but added with a chuckled, "Is that your revenge, Vegeta?" He didn't answer. But her smiled vanished as if he had, "Well, you can go fuck whatever you want. I don't give a shit." She yanked herself free, "Not anymore." Bulma turned back, folding clothes into the box.

Vegeta eyed her, noticing her muscles that flexed with each movement, "You have been training. For what?"

Bulma didn't even turn around, anger poured out of each word, "Apparently, for nothing." She slammed the suitcase, locking it closed.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you our son." She encapsulsized it, turning to him.

Vegeta's eyes were narrowed in confusion, "Why?"

"Why?!" She yelled, "Because my son hates me, Vegeta! In the past two years he has barely said three words to me!" Vegeta didn't flinch at her words, just watched. Bulma sighed, running a hand through her long, blue hair, "I can't take it anymore, Vegeta. Our son is no longer the child we raise together but the child you created. He's…you." She pinched the bridge of her nose to keep herself from crying, "I'll give you a nice house and the GR. I'll give you robot maids to cook your food, fix the machine and anything else you need, I'll give it to you. Just….I just can't take this anymore." Bulma's eyes went to his. They glistened in the light, shining up to him, pleadingly, "Please, Vegeta.

His seldom features never faltered. Did they ever? "I give no pity for you, woman." Hurt anguish sounded in his voice, "Do you think I could ever get these images of my mate with another male out of my mind? Until those revolting pictures vanish from my memory, I will not stop in trying to tear you apart like you have done me."

Bulma looked away in regret. He was right. She deserved it all but what the hell could she do to undo it?

Slowly she brought her eyes back to his form. He is so beautiful. Her eyes searched for his bite mark, wanting to just feel that he was hers still, forever. It gave her a comfort like no other…but… It wasn't there…

Tears swelled into her eyes, bringing her shaking hand to his neck, her fingertips searching for any scar, "W. Where--"

"I burned it." His voice was cold but pained him to reply.

The liquid spilt over her eyes falling down her face, dripping to the cold floor where it broke to pieces while she let out a one big sob. She shut her eyes tight, trying to regain her composure in front of him. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to be a wreck in front of him. For two years she had never cried consciously. Sometimes in her sleep but she couldn't help that. But those words he spoke just broke down every comfort she ever had.

Her fingertips roamed up to his face, while she opened her eyes to see his semi-pleading, semi-pained but always scowling face. Her palm rested on his cheek, letting her thumb brush lightly against it then going to his lips. Bulma sucked up some air as her shaking voice spoke, "I've missed you." She whined.

Slowly, with much hesitation, Bulma rolled to the balls of her feet, pushing her lips to be even with his. Vegeta's eyes burned into her as she brought their faces closer. Her eyes blinked down to his lips then back up to meet his gaze again. She pushed their lips together.

He didn't react.

Bulma pulled away but not enough for their lips to disconnect, "Please," She whispered into his lips then pushing them back together.

Vegeta closed his eyes and with a mental sigh let his hands rest upon her hips while reacting to her. Slowly, his hands slid up around her back, one pushing her body against his, the other going to her neck, pulling her lips harder into his while plunging his tongue into her excepting mouth.

Suddenly she pulled violently away. Disgust covered her face while she wiped her mouth fiercely with a disrelish expression. "At least I showered before I touched you." Bulma spun around and grabbed the capsule, handing it to him, "Here take your son. It is obvious he doesn't want to be with me."

Vegeta gripped her hand getting the capsule but he did not let go, "At least," he began, "I was loyal to you." Taking her words and spitting them back at her.

Bulma yanked her arm away. "Kami, Vegeta!" She yelled, "I don't get it! What the hell do you want from me?!" She calmed drastically, pinching the bridge of her nose trying to keep herself from crying, "Is this suppose to mean you still want to be with me, Vegeta? You coming back?" She looked up at him with pleading eyes, "Do you still want to be with me, Vegeta? Or did you lose all feeling for me because of that one thing that I regret every fucking second of my life for doing? I prey every single day to Kami that he would undo the stupid thing that I have done but he won't. I have to live with it. And you have no idea how much that pains. How much it burns my heart. How badly it tears me apart." She wiped the tears off her cheek. "I don't regret what I did because now I am alone. I don't regret it because Trunks hates me, and I don't regret it because of the pain that constantly runs through me." She paused stretching her hand to brush over his cheek, cupping it, "But I regret it because of how I betrayed you. Because I hurt you. And Because I made you doubt that I wasn't worth your heart." He was stoic. Seeming ignorant of her words, but it was his eyes that told her he was listening. "Please. Tell me you still feel for me. Or tell me you don't want me but please don't make me live another minute longer with this hope that you will come back to me if its false hope."

"You think I care how badly you hurt, Bitch? It was obvious you did not care about me when you were letting another male fuck you, slut. You have no idea what pain is."

"Then show me, Vegeta! Kill me, hit me, hurt me then I will know that you don't want me and I will be able to move on. Maybe in twenty years from now I will be able to. But don't you leave here without telling me what you want from me. Without telling me if you want me."

There eyes burned into each other, neither blinking nor moving. Just staring at each other.

Vegeta slowly began to raise his hand. Bulma's eyes widened but she kept her ground, standing taller then ever before staring daringly into his eyes but he just kept his hand in the air, "Do it." Her voice shaking in rejection. "Hit me." Tears fell but she kept her head tall, "Do it, Vegeta. Please." She begged.

His ki began to gather. His arm flexing as power flowed in it. But it didn't move. She continued to beg with eyes needing him to do it.

Movement in the doorway caused both of them to turn towards it. There stood Trunks. His eyes wide in shock, his mouth hung open. He tried to form words in his mouth but nothing came out. His sight flashed between his mother and father and the hand that was raised to strike.

On shaky legs, Trunks slowly backed out of the room then ran. Moments later the door slammed and a power blasted off. Bulma ran out to the balcony, "Trunks!" She yelled and went to drop out but Vegeta's hand gripped her arm.

She snapped her head to him, "I will go after him. He will listen to me." He smirked.

Bulma growled and yanked her arm away but before she could get away, Vegeta grabbed her and kissed her hard on the lips, instantly plunging his tongue into her mouth.

He pulled away both breathing heavy, he smirked, "You sounded just like a Sayian female." He chuckled while jumping off the balcony.