Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Relax a Little ( Chapter 15 )

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

Oneshot prompt used: "Aqua".
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

He sighed heavily as he looked up at the bright blue sky, his eyes squinting against the rays of the sun. ‘Stupid woman,’ was all he could think as he looked back down at the crystal clear waters of the pool. He looked at her blue hair, then to his son’s purple hair. He scoffed lightly to himself. ‘Purple hair on a Saiyan still looks ridiculous.’ Then his eyes lowered the few inches to look at identical bright blue orbs, although one pair was staring at him with his identical scowl.

“You should come join us. It’s relaxing,” the woman’s voice called to him.

“I’m quite relaxed here, thanks,” he said in a neutral tone. It wasn’t that he hated water, he was just enjoying the warm rays of the sun soaking into his skin. “Besides,” he started, looking at her, “I don’t think the brat likes being in there, either.” He had been noticing Trunks’ clinging grip on the straps of her bikini top, revealing more and more of her breasts. He was beginning to wonder if Bulma had noticed or if she was letting him do it purpose. Her ways of getting his attention had grown quite daring over the year.

She waded further into the water, the cool blue liquid hitting at her waist and lapping at Trunks’ feet. The boy gripped harder to her straps, trying to pull himself up. “Mommy,” his tiny voice growling at her.

She looked down at her son. “Just like your father,” she mumbled. She looked back over at Vegeta, who was lounging in the chair, his eyes closed. “Alright, I guess you don’t have to swim. We can try again another day.“ The boy looked up at her, his eyebrows set in his father’s permanent scowl, but there was a smile on his face. “I just don’t understand, though. You love taking baths, so why won’t you play in the pool?” she asked herself as she returned the smile.

Vegeta cracked his eyes open at the question. There was a very logical reason his son didn’t like pool water. It was the same reason he didn’t like it: too many chemicals. The stuff burned his eyes and nose the first time he had smelled the water. Of course, just like with any challenge, he had conquered the horrible smelling and tasting water.

He closed his eyes again, as she finally climbed out of the pool. She walked passed him, flipping a few drops of water at him. He growled, his eyes snapping back open to see a victorious smirk on her face. “Well, I guess you can go back to training or whatever it is you needed to do today,” she told him as she grabbed the towel off the chair next to him.

He grunted but didn’t move.

She wrapped the towel around her waist and slipped on her sandals, her hand holding Trunks’ hand so he wouldn’t run. “I just wanted us to have a nice day together, but I guess I’m asking too much,” she rambled, mostly to herself, but she knew Vegeta would hear the disappointment in her voice. She squatted down to be face-to-face with Trunks. “Do you want to go play with Grandma?”

“MAMAW!” Trunks squealed happily, and pulled on his mother’s hand.

Bulma giggled and stood back up. She turned slightly to look back at Vegeta. “Will I see you tonight?” she asked softly.

He shrugged, not bothering to look at her.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said happily, not letting his nonchalant attitude get to her. She had learned over the years that if his answer didn’t include a ‘no’ it meant he was okay with it.

As the duo finally left, he pushed himself up on his elbows. He turned his head to see that Bulma had finally let go of Trunks’ hand to let him run ahead of her. He lay back down, folding his hands under his head, and stared back up into the sky. It had been a long time since he’d last been out in the darkness of space, and ,right now, he was almost missing it. This planet was so bright and busy, a world he really didn’t really fit into.

He closed his eyes again, thinking. His son was now 2 years old. This mudball had been at peace for a little over a year. Kakarot was gone, although he had apparently been “busy” on his little break before facing off against Cell. He’d overheard the harpy of a woman telling Bulma the news. He rolled his eyes at the stupidity of humans. He was just glad he didn’t have to worry about another brat being conceived. He’d made damn sure of it this time!

Although his relationship with the woman was still up in the air, it was at least stable this time around. Hell, he was practically sleeping in her bed most nights! A fact that she had taken note of on more than one occasion, and he wasn’t too happy about that. He wasn’t made to “settle down” or be in some kind of loving relationship. He just wanted her, Bulma Briefs, the feisty blue-haired genius. He would admit that only to himself, though. Besides, it wasn’t like he was running off after other women like the scar-faced weakling had.

He growled lowly at his thoughts and sat up. Why was he laying here thinking of these things when he had more important things to do? The world may be at peace now, but who knew how long that would be. It was never safe to rest, especially for a trained warrior such as himself. If he slipped in his training, it could be the end of him during the next battle.

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Bulma made her way back out to the pool, glad that her mother and son seemed to enjoy their time together. It made her much more relaxed and feel less guilty about pawning her son off to her mother. Her happiness slipped a little when she finally reached the pool area and saw no sign of Vegeta. She sighed. Like it was really some big surprise! She’d even told him he could leave, so why wouldn’t he? She had just hoped that he may of picked up on her silent plea for him to spend time with her--outside of the bedroom or wherever they happened to run into each other.

She slipped off her sandals and unwrapped her towel from her waist to lay it back on the chair. As she turned to climb back into the cool water, she noticed something at the deep end of the pool. She gasped a little as she recognized the form that was sitting, cross-legged and arms crossed at his chest, at the bottom. What the hell was he doing down there? As she waded through the water, getting closer to him, she saw his eyes closed.

She dove under the water and swam toward him. She knew it was pointless to try to sneak up on him, even if he did look defenseless. She swam closer, expecting him to do something to acknowledge her presence, but he remained perfectly still. She could see tiny bubbles escaping past his lips as she grew even closer. Her nose was almost touching his when he smirked and his eyes popped open. Her mouthed opened in a scream at the suddenness of it, all of her well kept air escaping out as she sucked in a mouthful of water.

She quickly shot up towards the surface, before breaking through, and taking deep gulps of fresh air. Her throat burned as she coughed up a little water. Her hand rested on the swell of her breast, feebly trying to get her heart to calm. She closed her eyes. ‘What a jerk! I could’ve drowned!’ After getting her composure back, she opened her eyes and looked down. He was still just sitting there, arms and legs crossed, with that stupid smirk on his face as he looked up at her. She flipped him off. He gave her an “I dare you” look, but she shook her head. She wasn’t going to play his stupid games. She was out here to relax. She was hoping that he would too, but it didn’t seem likely at this point.

So instead of encouraging his behavior, she started back to the shallow end of the pool to start some laps. She was even more surprised when she passed by him during her laps, and he made no move to look at her. He just sat there with his eyes closed the entire time. She finally finished her laps, and stood in the shallow end, just watching him. How long had he been sitting down there? Well, she would have to guess it had been about twenty minutes since she’d come back out here, but she didn’t know how long he’d been there before she came back out.

She shook her head lightly, she had no idea that Vegeta could hold his breath that long. Of course, she shouldn’t have been that surprised, if she thought about his past. She turned around to get a float, but as she started toward the stairs she stopped at the sound of splashing water. She twisted her back so she could see him emerge from the depths to take a deep breath before swimming over to the side. He rested his arms on the concrete, then rested his head on his arms before looking at her. He wasn’t just looking, though, he was staring. His black eyes holding an intensity that said he was still thinking of something.

A small smile played on her lips as she turned back to head up the stairs. As she stepped out of the water, her fingers hooked under the bottom of her bikini stretching the material to make sure it was fully covering her.

He smirked as he watched her climb out of the pool. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of watching her swaying hips. He pushed away from the edge and swam toward the shallow end, deciding that staying a while longer wouldn’t hurt. It had been too long since he’d last been in the water.

Bulma picked out a raft and carried it back to the pool. She laid it in the water, as she saw Vegeta was now swimming laps. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘at least we’re spending time together, I guess.’

She lazily floated on the float, her eyes meeting Vegeta’s occasionally when he’d turn to take a quick breath. She continued to watch, though, as he easily broke her number of laps in just a few minutes. However, he kept going, and she eventually closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure how long it was until she finally heard his splashing stop and waves hit her float, rocking her. She cracked her eyes open to peek at him, seeing that he was coming toward her.

“I’m not in the mood to play, Vegeta,” she warned as he grabbed the arm of her raft.

He made sure not to put too much force onto the inflated piece of plastic before resting his chin on it. He scoffed. “Don’t worry, woman,” he told her.

She looked down at him, but his eyes were fixated on her stomach. Her face got a worried look on it. “What’s wrong?” Her fingertips brushed across the tips of his flamed hair.

He finally looked up at her over the roundness of her breast. “You want more,” he stated simply.

Her face changed from worried to confused. “More? More what?” She didn’t know what had gotten into Vegeta, but she didn’t like it.

He let go of the arm to push the float so his face met hers. “You want more than I can give. You want a relationship,” he spit the last word out like it was poison.

She couldn’t stop herself from giggling. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about? Geez, Vegeta.” She rolled her eyes, but saw the glint in his black eyes. “Sure I want a relationship, more than just you coming to my bed whenever you want sex.” A little sigh escaped her lips as she thought about what exactly to say next. “It’s just, huh, I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. I’m content with the way things are now, media be damned!” She saw a smirk grow on his lips. “I just want you to be here. I know everyone thinks I’m crazy, but I love you, Vegeta.” Her hand that had been playing with his hair came down to smooth along his cheek. “And I’ll take you any way I can get you.”

He covered her hand with his, pulling it away from him. “That’s good to know.” Black met blue as he lay his now free hand on her head, his fingers now brushing her hair. “I was thinking it’s about time to travel again.”

“Travel?” She didn’t like the way that sounded. “Where?” she asked curiously.

“Into space. I haven’t left Earth since the androids were defeated.” His eyes holding hers, telling her that he needed this.

“Alright. I’ll tell Dad, and we’ll make sure every thing is set up and ready to go. When would you like to leave?” she asked, a hint of sadness lacing her voice.

“As soon as possible.” His hand left her head as he bobbed in the water beside her.

She nodded slightly. “How long?”

She stopped him from swimming away. “I haven’t decided yet. Is that okay?” His scowl growing deeper, daring her to say otherwise.

She pressed her lips tightly together before answering, “that’s fine. I was just curious.”

He scoffed again. “You’ll have Trunks and Capsule to keep you busy,” he told her lightly, as he continued to drift away from her.

It was her turn to throw a scowl. “I’ll tell father when I’m done here, and we’ll get started checking the systems and all that fun stuff,” she told him sarcastically.

He pulled himself out of the water and stood at the edge of the pool, looking down on her. “Don’t work too late, I have plans for you later,” he said before walking off.