Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ Two men and a baby. ( Chapter 10 )

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Show Him How

Chapter 10: Two men and a baby.

Last Time: The Graf comes out of his trance and a party is held. Vegeta's was getting really confused about his feelings for Bulma, as is she. We also meet Yelta…

Vegeta too, looked over to the Graf, and his eyes followed that of his friend, to see the mysterious woman, who was now right next to the table. Bulma watched in surprise as his face contorted into a mask of barely contained rage, and several emotions glinted in those deep onyx eyes of his.

"Y…Yelta…" Graf gulped, glancing nervously at Vegeta. "How nice to see you."

"Yelta…" Vegeta hissed, a pulsing vein becoming visible in his forehead. Bulma knew he wouldn't go ballistic, out of respect for the Graf, but she worried how else he would express his rage.

"It…It's good to see you Vegeta." the green skinned woman spoke lightly, placing a hand on the Saiyan's shoulder.

"Like HELL it is!!" Vegeta roared, jumping out of his seat and almost knocking Yelta over. She tried to reach out to him again, but he jumped back. "Don't touch me," he growled menacingly, and even Bulma had never seen him so angry.

"Vegeta," Bulma stood up, putting one delicate hand on his arm. "Vegeta, please calm down." To her complete surprise, he looked down at her, murderous rage flashing in his eyes.

"Take your hand off of me," he snarled, and she recoiled in fright. He had never struck her before, but one could not be sure what an enraged Saiyan would do.

"Vegeta Sama," Yelta spoke again, "please, please just talk to me for a moment." He turned to face her, cold and unyielding.

"I want nothing to do with you." he spat. "You are a dirty little fucking whore. You disgust me." Turning on his heel, Vegeta stalked out of the room, with Bulma close behind.

"Vegeta!" she called. "Vegeta wait up!" The Saiyan no Ouji, however, simply continued without a backward glance. He reached his room quickly, and Bulma had to scurry in order to squeeze through his door before it slammed shut.

"What the hell do you want, woman?" Vegeta snarled, suddenly turning to glare at the panting female.

"Look Vegeta, you're incredibly pissed, and I wanna know what the hell is going on! Nobody has told me a thing! I'm completely in the dark here."

"This is not your concern, so I would advise you to keep your nose out of my business."

"Have I ever once listened to your advice?" Bulma sighed in exasperation.

"You're wearing the dress I told you to." Vegeta said pointedly, his tone betraying little of the anger he felt.

"That doesn't count! Tell me what's going on!"

Vegeta didn't speak another word though. He simply turned and walked a few steps away to rest against the window frame, looking at the night sky. Bulma watched him for a few moments, amazed that he hadn't come up with some biting remark or another, about how she had been all too willing to do what he told her to while they had been on Imtor. However, she was grateful for his tact, knowing that if he had said something, she would only have been angered, and Kami knew they both didn't need to be caught up in a murderous rage. But, the question still remained. Why exactly was he so angry with this Yelata woman?

"Vegeta?" Bulma murmured quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Leave me alone," he whispered harshly, yet she could feel him trembling lightly. Ignoring his request, she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him gently from behind, feeling his body stiffen and tense up. He wasn't quite sure how to react.

Bulma, knowing that pressuring him to talk would only anger him further, just held Vegeta for a while, waiting for him to make the next move. Finally, he seemed to have decided that he had had enough of her sentiment, and broke free of her grasp, pacing over to the dresser, then to the bed, then back to the dresser, and so on. Bulma though, was completely unprepared for what he did next.

"When I was sixteen," he began, "I was injured while on a purging mission for Frieza." he paused, unsure of what to say next.

"Go on." Bulma urged him gently. She had not expected him to give up this information about himself so easily.

"Regeneration tanks were still experimental technology back then, and were not tested on high class soldiers such as myself. Badly injured warriors were sent to peaceful planets under Frieza's rule for recuperation. I was sent here, to Toog, and stayed with the Graf. I met Yelta about two weeks after my arrival, when I was able to move freely about by myself. We met down in the market; she was buying spices for her mother…

"We sort of just bumped into each other by accident, then spent the day with each other…" Vegeta sighed and sat down on the bed. "We became quite close, but I had to leave a few days later. I promised her though, that I would come back and visit. I did too, every chance I got I hopped a shuttle ship and came here to visit. Our relationship grew quite serious, and we began talking about becoming formal mates. It was hard for me, being in such a relationship. I have never been very open, as you know, and it was so difficult trusting her. From the moment I stepped on Frieza's ship for the first time, I was schooled to be hard and strong; the perfect warrior. I was taught that caring and love brings pain…brutal pain…but I couldn't help but to fall in love with her. She seemed so kind, so caring. She was just one of those people who everyone gravitates to… Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, I proposed to her, and we began making plans for a ceremony…" He trailed off again.

"If you don't want to talk about it Vegeta, it's okay." Bulma murmured, sitting down next to the Saiyan on the bed. In truth, she really didn't want to hear about how Vegeta's heart had, and may still, belong to another woman, and jealousy welled up deep in her belly. Trying to ignore it, she placed a comforting hand on his arm, but he continued speaking as if she had never interrupted him.

"I was called off on a mission, so we decided to put our plans on hold for the moment, until I got back. It was a relatively simple assignment, and we figured it wouldn't take more than two months at the most. The night before I was to leave, she promised that she'd wait for me, and then she took off this pendant she used to wear. It was a piece of crystal, a family heirloom passed down to her from her mother. She tied it around my neck, and told me that if I felt lonely or missed her, to look at the pendant and remember that she loved me…

"The mission went well, but during the course of it, a message was misinterpreted. A notice was sent out that I had died in battle. By the time I found out about it, it was nearly two months later, and time to go home. I figured I would surprise Yelta, with the fact that I was still alive and kicking, so I jumped on the first shuttle ship to Toog, clutching that damn pendant of hers all the while…

"When the shuttle landed, she was there, waiting for me, and I was so happy to see her, but then…" Bulma watched, fascinated, as the Saiyan no Ouji squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to hold back the building moisture. "I saw her belly…swollen and distended. She…she was pregnant…

"I saw that, and I couldn't take it. I just walked up to her silently, not saying a word. Kami, how I wanted to choke her. I wanted to take her neck in my hands and squeeze it till I heard the bones snap. I wanted her dead, her and that abomination of a child growing inside her." The tears fell now, and Bulma, for once, did not know what to say.

"H…how did you know it wasn't yours?"

"I never touched her." Vegeta whispered. "It's a disgrace in Toog society to lose one's virginity before marriage. We were waiting until after the ceremony…I wanted to kill her…" he whispered again. "But I couldn't. I just couldn't…I ripped that pendant right off my neck, and I threw it at the ground and watched it shatter…It felt so good to destroy it after she hurt me so much...I watched her cry and I didn't care. I enjoyed her tears. She had her life, and she didn't even deserve that."

"Vegeta, oh Vegeta…I know it hurts, but she thought you were dead. It's understandable that she would move on…" Bulma rubbed his shoulders lightly, trying to ease the pain.

"No…you don't understand! I did the math…Bulma…I did the math, and for her to be as pregnant as she was…" he shuddered. "She was fucking the child's father before I even left the piece of shit planet! It was going on the whole time, while I was blind to it! I loved her! I fucking LOVED her and she was screwing some filthy son of a bitch behind my back!" Vegeta snarled. "Kami DAMNIT!" he roared, punching a hole in the wall nearest to him, while Bulma sat there in shock.

She watched, numbly, as the proud Saiyan no Ouji dropped to his knees on the floor and began beating on it with his fists. In his rage, he crushed the packed clay easily, leaving huge craters in the once smooth surface. She was transfixed as he finally stopped, and let the tears flow, dripping down off of his face to the ground below. Kami, how it hurt to see him like this.

"Vegeta…" she rose off the bed, and knelt down next to him, taking his head in her hands. "Shhh…it's okay…" she raised his forehead a little, and kissed him between the eyes. He looked up at her, misery in the onyx depths of his eyes, and she kissed him, gently on the lips, unable to resist any longer. "Vegeta…" she whispered against his mouth, as he hesitantly returned her kiss.

Gently, he pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms as if he planned to keep her that way forever. His kiss became more intense, his need to be comforted growing as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth. He laid her gently on the floor and crawled over her, never breaking the kiss, as his hands began to tug insistently at her dress.

"Vegeta…" Bulma moaned arching her body up towards the Saiyan no Ouji. Her hands moved to his waist where she pulled his shirt from his pants, intending to get it off of him.

"NO!" He cried out suddenly, his mood changing violently. "I don't want it this way. I won't touch you this way," he snarled, flinging her away. She yelped in surprise as she landed on her bottom on the hard floor.

"Wait!" she reached out a hand for him, but he turned and glared harshly at her.

"I don't want this…" he growled, looking away as if he were deeply ashamed of what had just transpired. "I don't want, nor do I need your pity woman." Saying so, he punched another wall, then slipped out the open window, blasting off into the night sky.

"Wait Vegeta!" Bulma called, but it was too late. He was already to far off to hear her, even if he wanted to. "But…" she whimpered, "It's not pity Vegeta…I love you…"

Ohhhhh!!!!! Heart wrenching! I know, I'm not really good at this angst stuff…but hey; I like how this turned out. Vegeta gets our pity with an emotional moment, while still being the pompous ass we know and love! Remember to review please! Be a good reader!

Next Time: Bulma has a little chat with the Graf, but where the hell is Vegeta?