Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets Revealed ❯ UNexpected Consequences ( Chapter 2 )

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Unexpected Consequences

By: Goku's Lover

This story takes place after after 'Secret's Revealed Part 1'. Rated NC-17 for cursing and lemon. I do not own any DBZ.

Two days have passed since the scene with Bulma and Vegeta. Bulma woke up and walked towards the bathroom. She turned on the shower as the steam began to rise from the stall. She stepped inside and stood there as the water pounded gently on her skin. She closed her eyes and took a deep sigh. The scenes passed through her mind like a gorgeous fantasy that could never be reached or even thought of with such lust. The water had gotten hotter but she hadn't realized it; she was too absentminded about her blissful experience. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes remembering that she had to get breakfast ready. She turned off the water and stepped out off the shower. She put on a robe and walked to her room.

Meanwhile, Vegeta was in the gravity room training as hard as ever. He tried taking his mind off what happened that night but it was hopeless.

"What is wrong with me?" he asked himself. "I shouldn't take this to my head. I have to try and forget everything that happened."

He started to throw punches and kicks into the air.

Bulma ran downstairs hoping to see Vegeta. She walked in the kitchen and looked around finding no one. She put her hands on her hips and looked back at the gravity room.

"Vegeta!" she called out.

He paused from his training and responds, "what do you want woman?"

Bulma lowered her head a little. What ever happened to the man she saw that night? The man who held her in his arms as if she meant everything in the world to him? She nodded her head in amusement. Of course he's not here right now, but he'll come around soon enough.

"Want any breakfast?" she said.

Vegeta's stomach growled at the sound of the word breakfast. He was training since six 'o' clock this morning and it was now nine thirty. He walked to the door and stepped outside.

Bulma stared at him for a minute while he wipped the sweat off his forehead. She glanced at him from head to foot. He was wearing spandex shorts and no shirt. Of course she remembered that. His body was so well built that she could just gaze at him for hours. When he looked at her she shook her head and went back in the kitchen. He followed behind.

Neither of them said a word during breakfast. They both tried not to look at each other square in the eye. Bulma cleared her throat and got up from the table carrying a half empty bowl. She walked to the sink and started on the dishes. Vegeta glanced at her and got up right after. He stood beside her and placed the bowl in the sink. Bulma's eyes moved towards him. He turned around and headed back to the gravity room.

"Vegeta?" she asked nervously.

"What?" he said coldly.

"I......um, about what happened between us," she said, her stomach getting tight.

"There's nothing to talk about," he snapped. He opened the door then stopped. "It just happened. Nothing important." He closed the door behind him leaving Bulma with rage and bewilderment.

Later Bulma walked in the living room finding her parents having a cup of tea.

"Do you want some tea honey?" asked Mrs. Briefs cheerfully.

"No thanks mom," Bulma said as she flopped on the couch.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Briefs asked.

She looked at her father and sighed. "Nothing," she said. "Nothing at all."

"It's Vegeta, isn't it?" he said, leaning back on the chair.

Bulma looked at her father with an obvious face. He always knew that it had to do with Vegeta. Nothing else could of made her feel this upset.

"Don't let him get to you," Mrs. Briefs suggested. "Maybe he likes you."

Bulma gave a quick laugh. "Yeah right. I don't think he even knows the meaning of the word."

She was angry at herself for ever feeling something for him. Foolish would be the right word for her. She was foolish to think that she could change Vegeta if she cared for him, even worse, had sex with him. He probably didn't mind knowing that he's a male with needs and she had fulfilled those desires. But she was hurt. Hurt that he thought whatever they shared was meaningless, insignificant. To her it meant a whole great deal and he couldn't understand that. She scowled at herself for that. For that and every foolish decision she had made in her life.

She got up from the couch and says, "I'm going to get some sun. Maybe that'll relax my mind a bit." With that she went outside.

She started taking off her outer clothes. Once they were off she layed on the reclining bench chair and put on her sunglasses. She put her hands behind her head and sighed.

Not too long after, a shadow covered Bulma's face. She stirred and lowered her glasses from her eyes. She noticed who it was; Yamcha. She glared at him and sat up.

"What are you doing here?" she asked scornfully.

"I came back to apologize," he said gently.

She got up from the chair and picked up her clothes.

"You have nothing to apologize to me," she said while putting on her clothes. "I said it was over and that's it."

"But you always say that," he said. "And we always end up back together."

"Not this time," she said, turning to face him. "Things......changed."

"Don't tell me you're with that jerk?!"

"Who? Vegeta?" she asked, knowing who he was talking about.

"Yeah," he said. "He is living in the same house."

"This has nothing to do with Vegeta," she said.

She moved towards the door and was stopped by a quick grab of her arm. She turned around quickly, glaring at Yamcha.

"Let go of me Yamcha," she growled.

"Bulma, please," he pleaded.

She said nothing, just gave him a threatening face. He slowly released her and lowered his head.

"Fine," he said, lowering his voice. "If that's what you want. I'll leave you alone."

He walked toward his car and Bulma watched him as he got inside.

"Goodbye, Bulma," he whispered sadly. He exited the compound leaving only silence behind.

Bulma felt a little sympathy for him, but she knew she didn't love him anymore. Their relationship lasted for such a long time, though. She remembered when she first met him at the desert. They both knew that they were right for each other. But that was over sixteen years ago. She had to put the past behind her. Now she had to look for what was coming in the future. She'd made a decision and she knew what she had to do.

Bulma waited until night came when Vegeta would come out for dinner. They ate as usual and he would go back to his training. Tonight was a little different.

When Vegeta was done with his food, he stood up and walked back to the gravity room.

"Hold on a sec," Bulma said from behind.

He stopped in the middle of the hallway and sighed. "What now?" he aksed. "I'm going back to train."

She leaned on the door jamb. "Why do you keep avoiding me?" she said.

"I've always done it before," he answered.

"Yes, but this time you're avoiding me for a reason."

She walked up to him and he stood still.

"I know you feel something for me,Vegeta," she said. "And you know it too."

He didn't say a word. He began to grow stiff. He turned half way and his eyes moved to her face. She was staring at him now. Her eyes glowing with intense emotion. He knew she was going to burst out everything she wanted to say.

"Vegeta, tell me you felt something that night," she said softly.

He didn't respond, simply stared at her with no expression.

"Tell me something!" she cried hopelessly.

He turned to fully face her and says, "why are you acting like this? So weak about absurd emotions."

She suddenly became agitated at his respond. "Tell me that night was meaningful," she said, her eyes getting more intense. "Tell me that it wasn't a mistake. Tell me that you never felt like that before as I never did."

His face was blank. He wanted to tell her everything but his pride was holding him back. He couldn't allow this earth woman take over him like that. No, he was much more powerful and stronger than her.

She gently placed her palm on his cheek. "It was the most wonderful night of my life," she whispered as she caressed his face. "I never thought for a second you would look at me in that way. I always thought you hated me. It scared me a little but at the same time I was excited. I only thought about your strong arms holding me close." She moved her hand down to his arms. She looked at where she was placing her hands and looked up at him. She gave him an almost seductive smirk but not enough to reveal anything.

"How I ran my fingers on your chest," she continued, moving her hands to his chest.

Vegeta felt the heat rising up. The intensity was great and he felt it. He wrapped his arm around her waist and yanked her closer to him.

"How I made you scream," he said in a husky voice. He gave her a wicked smile that she became astonished.

"You feel the same?" she asked, hoping filling her heart.

"Shhh," he whispered softly.

He leaned down to her ear and whispers, "you think I would forget that night?"

She gasps, "Vegeta-" She was cut off by Vegeta rubbing his lips on her neck. He pulled away and looked down into her eyes.

"Let's go somewhere more private and 'discuss' about this," he said.

He took her hand and led her into his room. When they entered he came up from behind her and placed his arms around her waist. He started kissing her down her neck. She leaned her head back as they walked toward the bed.

She turned around and pressed her mouth against his lips. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. As he laid her down on the bed, he ripped her skirt off. They started breathing fast and heavy.

Bulma took off her tank top and wrapped her hands around Vegeta's shoulders. She looked at him with anticipation. He grasped her bra in his hand and ripped it off; not caring if he broke it or not. She ran her fingers in his stiff, black hair and closed her eyes as he kissed her all over her exposed body. He nipped the upper side of her right breast as it drew in blood. She bit her lower lip and began to sweat. He lowered himself down even more and slid his two fingers into her entrance. It was wet and he could smell her nature. He loved that smell. He took out his fingers and sucked them. She looked at him with arousel. He was tasting her and she loved that. He then licked inbetween her legs. She put her head back and spread her legs more. Clenching on the sheets, she moaned with pleasure. He then grabbed her hair and gently yanked her head back. He attacked her neck like a wild animal pouncing on it's kill. She realized he'd gotten more aggresive since then. She arched her back inviting him in. He went in slowly and then went faster. She mad low moans as he went in deeper. They were now moving as one. He went faster and then suddenly exploded. "V-Vegeeeetaaa," she cried out. Her screaming made him go inside her even more until he felt her climax reach to the top.

"I had...... my doubts......you know," she said breathlessly underneath him.

"It's a shame you thought that way," he muttered.

"Well....." she said, pausing for a moment.

"I'll make sure that won't happen again," he whispered in her ear. He looked up at her and smirked. He kissed her passionately and rubbed his hands all over her body.

It was time to take matters in her own hands. She pinned him to the bed and got on top of him. She started to ride him slowly then began to go faster. His face expressionless and suddenly it began to twitch. She felt another climax forming which is rare for her. She closed her eyes and began to moan.

He grabbed her arms and flipped her face down on the bed. He brought her knees up and spread her legs. He grabbed her hips tight so she won't move. He then slammed himself into her and she yelped. Beads of sweat were forming on their bodies. She gasped bits of air trying to keep up with him but she couldn't. She again exploded and felt him reach his climax again. When her arms grew tired he pressed herself agaisnt his muscular chest. He grabbed her breasts and nipped on her neck as he masaged her breasts. He turned her around and layed her down. He got on top of her pressing his chest agaisnt hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She slid her tongue in his motuh and played with his.

He rolled over and placed his head on her breasts as if they were pillows. He couldn't believe that he was forming a sort of bond between this human. He grew quite attached to her. He felt it the first time they had sex but this time it grew even stronger.

Bulma stroked on his widow's peak as he fell asleep. She was falling for him but she couldn't explain why. He was so mean and arrogant. She never imagined that she would sleep with Vegeta. She smiled to herself. Well at least he was good at something. She closed her eyes and they both slept throughout the night.

A couple of weeks passed and Bulma wasn't feeling like herself lately. She went to give herself a check up at the hospital.

She sat patiently in the waiting room for her test results. When the nurse called her up she walked up to the desk and opened the letter. As she read the letter her face grew pale.

"I'm.....I'm pregnant?" she muttered. Shock hit her hard and her heart was beating so fast that she fainted.

The End!

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