Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Sparks Never Fade ( Chapter 3 )

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

The prompt for this Oneshot was: "Dazed".
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

It was a beautiful sunny day out, and Bulma couldn’t wait to get outside to soak in a few of the rays. Her mother had offered to take care of Trunks so she could at least relax while sunbathing. So, as soon as her mother had taken Trunks, she rushed up to her room to change into a bikini. After quickly changing, she grabbed a towel and headed out to the backyard.

She grabbed a lounge chair from the patio and pulled it out onto the grass. Finally finding a good place to set up, she unfolded the chair so she could lay her towel on top of it, then her body. She sighed as she lay on her back and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth that was already soaking into her skin.

Unfortunately it didn’t last long. Vegeta had taken up permanent residency in the Briefs’ house, and he apparently thought he was the “king of the castle”.

“What are you doing, woman?”

His shadow loomed over her, but it was nothing new. He seemed to constantly follow her around and annoy the hell out of her just for fun. Luckily she’d always had Trunks with her to keep him at bay. She hoped he was just passing by and would leave her alone since she was sans Trunks.

She looked up at him, and saw he was shirtless - what was new? - and a towel around his neck. She figured he must’ve been taking a break from training. “I’m getting a little sun, not that it should matter to you,” she told him calmly.

After Cell had been defeated and the news that Goku did not want to be brought back to life, Vegeta had been a little…different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but he seemed a little more calm. His arrogance and pride never waned, but he seemed to keep his anger under control most days.

She watched as he took the towel and wiped his face. “Where’s the brat?” After drying his face, he looked around a bit to see if he could spot his son.

“Mother’s watching him so I wouldn’t have to worry about him.”

That was another thing, Vegeta seemed much more interested in his infant son than before. She knew that Vegeta and their future son had spent a year’s worth of time in that special training room at Kami’s, and she’d been informed of Vegeta’s total loss of control when his future son had died by Cell’s hand. The only problem was, she didn’t know Vegeta’s side. She wanted to know why he did the things he had done out there, but she wasn’t about to push him back to his old ways.

“Your mother has him? And you’re not worried about what that ditz might let happen?” He was pretty sure both of the women were out of their minds, but at least Bulma had proven she had a brain up there to work with.

She pushed herself into a sitting position, realizing this was going to be an actual conversation. She just hoped they could both keep their tempers at bay. “Well, it’s not like his father ever volunteered to watch him.” She got a dirty look for that. “Besides, Mom has watched him plenty of times before and nothing bad has ever happened.” She watched him nod, wondering why he was just standing there.

It’d been a long time since he’d been alone with the woman. If he remembered correctly, it was before Trunks was born.

After he’d found out she was pregnant, he didn’t know what to do. He was pissed, no furious, about the whole situation. It wasn’t like he’d wanted or needed an heir; it had just happened. So he had stormed out, leaving a huge crater in the yard at his take-off point. Only to come back a few days later and find her crying in the kitchen.

He’d been a much different person back then. He was hell bent on destroying the androids, Goku, then this miserable planet just to ease his wounded pride.

“What?” his voice dark with anger and frustration.

She shook her head. “Nothing that you care about.” She wouldn’t let him know that he’d somehow hurt her feelings. She wasn’t even sure why it bothered her.

Yes she did, she always pictured being married, happy, and proud to announce the birth of her first child. Instead she was alone, crying, and terribly afraid of even mentioning the father’s name to any of her friends.

“So very true,” he said as if he were bored. He opened the fridge and looked inside for something to eat.

She had stood and left the kitchen at his statement. She didn’t need anymore stress than she was under, and so avoiding a fight with Vegeta seemed like the simpler thing to do.

It would be another three months before they were alone again. Of course, this time, she had approached him.

“I’m eating, woman, what do you want?” he asked as she sat in the chair next to him.

“I thought you’d like to know that your child is a boy,” she told him, looking in his eyes. Waiting for some sort of response, even if it was a lifted eyebrow or a small smirk on his lips. She didn’t get any such reaction, he just continued eating. “So you truly don’t care,” she said, ready to push herself up and out of the seat.

He swallowed. “I already knew it was a boy,” he told her, watching her body relax.

She didn’t know whether he was telling the truth or just pretending, but it didn’t matter. She had gotten a Vegeta answer. ’Leave me alone,’ it said. She figured if he wanted to know something he would come to her. She nodded her head once before finally getting up. Pushing the chair back in as he went back to eating. She stopped and leaned a hand against the top of the chair. “Can I ask a favor, though?” He gave her the warning glare that she was pushing the wrong buttons, but nonetheless, he stopped eating.

“I don’t need anything else from you.” He folded his arms across his chest. “So just ask what you want and get it over with,” he told her.

She let out a mental sigh. ’At least he’s willing to listen, I guess.’

“Is there anything I should know about carrying a half-Saiyan?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know how human pregnancy goes about,” he told her flatly.

“Touché.” She rolled her eyes, but what else could she do. She knew Vegeta would be less than willing to sit down and go through a list of what each of their species underwent during pregnancy.

He looked at her now swollen belly, his son. “I suppose if something seems different than what you’d normally expect, you can always ask later.”

She looked at him wide-eyed. “Wait a minute. What if you’re not here?”

“I’ll try to stay until the brat is born. If anything, you are a supposed genius, and I’m sure that if I decided to take off you could make some sort of communicator device.”

Once again she was caught off-guard by his answer. “Would you answer it?”

“You are the only one who is to use it, and you only contact me if it relates to the brat. Got it?” He was an asshole, but he wouldn’t put the woman or child in danger if something came up that he could’ve helped prevent.

She smiled, her mind in a daze at his answer. “All right. It shouldn’t take too long to make something like that. A few hours at most. Then that way you can still go about blowing up mountains or whatever it is you do out there.”

He simply nodded. “Now can I go back to eating.”

She didn’t say anything, just continued to smile as she turned away from him and headed out of the kitchen.

He couldn’t recall much of what happened after that, only that she never did come to him with a problem. “Besides,” she said, bringing him back to reality, “he’s got your thick head and stubborn attitude.”

He raised an eye at her. “I’ll take the ‘thick head’ as a compliment. As far as the stubbornness goes, I’m sure he gets that from you as well.”

‘Oh-ho, somebody got up on the right side today.’ She covered her mouth with the back of her hand. “I guess that’s true,” she got out after holding back her laughter. She stood up and patted his shoulder. “Although I still think you win the battle.”

“Hn.” He watched her hand about to pull away before he caught her wrist, pulling her against him. “I’ll take that as a compliment as well. Now, would you like a reward for playing nice?”

Once again he had her dazed, only this time she was trapped in his strong arms. Arms she hadn’t felt and had missed so much during the last year. She pressed herself harder against him, hoping he wouldn’t throw her away. “And what would that be, Prince?”

He smirked. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed having her like this, pressed against him, the lusty look in her eyes, and the way her voice became sultry. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers before pulling back.

He didn’t get too far before her hand was behind his head, pushing him back toward her lips. She nipped at his bottom lip, sucking on it. She was in heaven! She wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around him and have him take her any way he pleased.

“Mommy, Daddy!”

The two adults quickly pulled away, blushing heavily, their minds still hazy from the intense kiss.

He knew he couldn’t trust that ditzy mother of hers! Just when things were getting good again. This was one reason he’d never wanted a child. They always seemed to know exactly when they weren’t wanted.

Bulma looked down, making sure her bikini was still in place before turning to her son, her mother not far behind him.

“Sorry, dear, I was just coming out to see if you wanted something cool drink. Little Trunks just ran out the door when he saw you, I guess.” Her mother was smiling brightly, and she had a twinkle to her eyes.

Bulma felt more heat on her cheeks before turning to look at Vegeta, who was already missing. ‘If he thinks he can get away that easily, he’s got another thing coming.’