Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ One for the mother, but who is the father? ( Chapter 7 )

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Author's Note: Okay, there was a big huge author's note here before about OOC-ness and other such things, but I've been cleaning out the author's notes in this fic so it's gone now. If you have any questions about Vegeta and/or Bulma's behavior, please feel free to email me and I'll do my best to explain why they're acting how they are and why I'm writing them the way I am! Thanks!

Special thanks to Vegetababe and Bulma Peacecraft for beta-ing!

Show Him How

Chapter 7: One for the mother, but who is the father?

Last Time: After a steamy, and disappointing encounter in their quarters, Bulma and Vegeta leave Imtor and land on the planet Toog, much to Vegeta's displeasure. Bulma doesn't know exactly why Vegeta doesn't like the planet, but an encounter with an elderly Servant of Toog gives her a little clue.

"We're approaching Capitol." Vegeta murmured. "We should arrive in about ten minutes. Go make yourself presentable."

Bulma glared at her Saiyan companion, yet did as he told her; she really did look awful in her ratty Capsule Corp. shirt and faded work jeans. Vegeta took no notice of her icy glance though, as he was busy monitoring the ship's controls. He was surprised, however, that she did not yell or screech at him for his comment. Perhaps, he mused, he had overstepped his boundaries while on Imtor, and had frightened her off. He would have to be more careful to monitor that in the future.

Human women confused the Saiyan no Ouji, especially rich, smart, gorgeous Human women with manes of long, silky blue hair. The whole Chikyuu mating system confused him. As a Saiyan, he was completely used to following his instincts, which he had done, yet Bulma refused his advances, even as it was plain she wanted him. She had said that he was 'using' her, and nothing more. He would have taken her that night and proved her wrong, but rape did not particularly appeal to him. Vegeta's honor system would not have permitted him to use her, even if he had wanted to. Saiyan people did not toy around like that. It was not as if they stayed virgins until they mated, it was just that the idea of casual sex was not a reality in their culture. It was a thing to be ashamed of.

As the Imtorite craft touched down just outside of Capitol, Bulma noticed that a huge crowd had formed. There were chorused greetings to Vegeta as the door opened with the familiar 'whoosh' and the two stepped outside into the sunlight.

"Ahhh!!! Vegeta, my boy!" a voice called out from the crowd. Vegeta actually smiled to see this old man. "Frala favors us today, does she not?"

"She does, Bramph." He nodded courteously to the important looking Servant of Toog, who was currently adjusting his robes. "Frala is the sun." Vegeta murmured, offhand, to Bulma, as she moved to stand beside him.

"Oh…Who is this? What a beautiful creature you travel with Vegeta sama. Surely she cannot be only a friend?"

"She is a friend and only that." the Saiyan responded, and Bulma noted that he sounded almost wistful. "A Servant of Chikyuu."

"Ahhh…" Bramph nodded his head in understanding, his wild hair flopping about. "Come now. Solta has caught wind of your visit, and you must see him before you leave."

"He is in contact with Toog?" Vegeta inquired, stepping down the ramp a little.

"Yes, shortly after you landed on Toog, he felt the God calling him. We will go now though, and discuss things later." A path cleared in the crowd, and Vegeta led Bulma down the ship's ramp, where they joined Bramph. All three beings, each of a different species, started off towards the very center of Capitol, the place where Solta lived.

Along the way, Bramph pointed out several points of interest to Bulma, sharing little tidbits of information about the history of Toog in the process. He was a very lively creature, for one so old. Bulma did not know that they had arrived at the center of Capitol though, until she was told. The Solta's housing seemed fairly modest for one who ruled an entire civilization of people. It was about three stories high, made of hard clay, like the houses in the surrounding area, but painted a deep shade of violet. There were no guards, only a few attendants in uniforms of red fabric. They carried curved swords in hilts hanging from belts, but Bulma suspected that they were more for decoration than anything.

"Toog is said to be the God of Peace. There is no war here, and there can only be one Graf, well, Solta as he is right now." Vegeta murmured, seeing Bulma's slightly puzzled look. "Things are very different from that of your Chikyuu civilization. Not everyone wants to be the ruler." She nodded, though it was hard for her to imagine a people so peaceful that everyone could agree on one ruler for the whole planet.

The interior of the Solta's home was similar to the outside, but the walls were painted a soft lavender. The floors were the same hard clay that the walls were made of, but they were left bare other than a few well-placed throw rugs. There was very little furniture inside the house, and little decoration.

"The Solta is in contact with Toog at the moment." Bramph whispered, leading them through a doorway what appeared to be a sitting room. "We must not disturb him." Vegeta nodded, and shuffled over to a comfy looking chair, where he plopped down. He looked tired. "You two must be fatigued after your journey. Make yourselves comfortable and I will return shortly with refreshments."

As Bramph pattered out of the room, Bulma chose a cushy green chair next to Vegeta's. "So, how long do you think we'll be on this planet?" she asked, settling in to the cushions.

"I don't know. It depends on how long the Solta is in contact. It could go on for as little as a few minutes, but he has been known to open the channels for up to three weeks at a time."

"THREE WEEKS?!?!" Bulma cried, jumping out of her chair. "We can't stay here for three weeks!"

"Shhh." Vegeta hissed. "You'll disturb his meditation, baka. Show your host some respect for his hospitality."

"Gomen…" Bulma muttered, sitting back down.

Bramph returned soon, carrying a tray of little pastries in one hand and a tray of drinks in the other. Just as the three were settling down though, a little old woman came bustling in, causing quite a stir.

"Where is he?" she called. "I heard that the Rouge Servant was here! Oh there you are Vegeta sama!" she cried, running over to hug Vegeta. "I had heard you landed on the planet and I just had to see it for myself! I didn't expect to ever see you again after what happened." she smiled up at Vegeta, who glared down coldly. The little woman seemed to realize her blunder though, for she quickly changed the subject. "Oh but Vegeta, you've grown so handsome in these ten years! You've grown up into a proper man, and your eyes have a look of wisdom in them. You've learned and seen much, ne? You seem stronger as well. You've finally filled out that body of yours. Yes, you have improved."

"It is good to see you as well, Veahla." he forced a smile, but Bulma could tell he was not happy to see the woman.

"Oh Vegeta!" she chuckled. "You always knew just what to say to a woman."

"Yeah right." Bulma muttered, and Veahla spun around to face her.

"Why child, I did not see you standing there!" she shuffled over to inspect Bulma a little closer. "Vegeta! Why did you not mention you had such a pretty mate?"

"Because she is not my mate, Veahla."

"Why not? Oh never mind, there must be a reason you have not attempted to woo such a creature." she shrugged.

"And how do you know he hasn't?" Bulma asked, though she didn't really know why.

"Because, child. When Vegeta decides to take a female, no woman can resist his seduction," she stated.

"Great Grandmother? Where have you gone off too?" a young Servant of Toog came trotting into the room. He looked to be about nine or so. "There you are!"

"Ahhh…" Veahla seemed to grow uncomfortable in his presence. It was then that Bulma noticed Vegeta's icy glare was directed at the child. "Huyv, you should not go barging into places uninvited." she tried to scoot him out of the room.

"Is that Yelta's boy?" Vegeta asked, out of nowhere.

"How do you know my mama?" Huyv turned to face the scowling prince. "She's at work right now, but maybe she would like to see you."

"That may be so, brat. But I don't want to see your mama." he growled, and then turned to face the women. "I'm going to take a walk." he stalked out of the room, leaving a confused Bulma alone with the two Servants of Toog.

"Oh dear…" Veahla muttered, wringing her hands. "It seems we have upset him terribly."

"Would somebody please tell me what is going on here?" Bulma sighed. "Who are you, who is the boy, who is Yelta, and why in Kami's name is Vegeta so damn angry?!?!" she cried.

"You mean Vegeta has not told you?" Veahla's eyes widened in shock.

"Vegeta never tells me anything about himself." The human woman grumbled back. "All I know is that his planet was destroyed many years ago, and he was raised by Frieza. Then he came to Chikyuu. I know what happened after I met him, but between the whole 'destruction of his planet' thing and the time he first came to Chikyuu, I'm lost."

"Well…I don't think I should tell you something so personal, when he has purposely neglected to tell you himself…" Veahla seemed nervous, but Bulma could see that she really wanted to share the gossip.

"I'm not asking for his life story. I just want to know what's going on." she put her hands on her hips and gave Veahla a prize-winning glare.

"Oh my!" The old woman giggled. "You are so much like Vegeta it is amazing to see that he has not taken you for his mate!" Bulma waited, rolling her eyes, as Veahla calmed down a bit. "Well, Vegeta will probably skin me for this, if he finds out, but I will tell you that Yelta is my granddaughter. As you already know, Huyv is Yelta's son, nine years old. What you do not know, and what is most important in this little scuffle, is that Vegeta and Yelta were engaged at a point, but we have not seen him in almost ten years, before today of course." Veahla smiled. "The rest, I will leave for you to figure out, for it is not my place to go into details." With that, she scurried out of the room, ushering little Huyv out with her.

Bulma sat for a moment, contemplating this small bit of information, before stumbling upon a possibility that she did not want to think about. "Oh my Kami…" she whispered to herself, covering her mouth with a tiny hand. "Could Huyv be…could he be Vegeta's son?"

Mwa ha ha ha ha! What a mean cliffy, eh? Gotta love 'em! Well, you don't have to, but you at least have to tolerate them, cause this is me we're talking about, and I LOVE writing cliffhangers! *Dodges various types of fruit being thrown* Welp, I hope you liked this chapter, remember to review!

Next Time: Can Bulma get over the possibility that Vegeta may have a son, and that he may still be in love with Yelta? Will he break Bulma's heart…or will she break his? Tune in next time, to find out!