Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ The end of an adventure. ( Chapter 31 )

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Author's Note: Hey everyone, sorry this chapter is out late! Real life strikes again, homework has been piling up! I was also sorta depressed last week when I was supposed to have this chapter written, thanks to a certain discussion some of you may know about. I'm feeling way better now though, and I managed to get a break in the homework flow!

Anyway, without further ado, I bring you the finale of Show Him How.

*Special thanks to Vegetababe, Kat8125, ssjblackguy, and Bulma Peacecraft for beta-ing*

Show Him How

Chapter 31

The end of an adventure.

Last Time: The Hunt! If you don't remember, go read it again!

Bulma sighed quietly, awakened by the periodic rumbling of the ship's engine. Her stomach gurgled, emulating the large craft, and momentarily, she entertained the thought of getting up to fix breakfast. Vegeta's muscular arms were so warm and tight around her though, inducing a general feeling of contented lethargy in her that hadn't been present since before Radditz's coming to Earth.

Ever since then, there had been a constant need in her to be up and working, not wasting a single second of her precious life; after all, who knew how long it would last? But Vegeta's presence helped to soothe her agitated nerves, as strange as it sounded, and hungry as she was, nothing in the universe could have persuaded her to squirm out of his grasp and brave the cold hallways to the kitchen.

The two of them had been on the ship for roughly nineteen hours, having left around noon the previous day, after arriving back at the palace. The memory of the hunt brought a warm flush to Bulma's cheeks, and she squirmed, snuggling closer to Vegeta's nude body. He was still sleeping lightly, a soft rumbling escaping his throat every once in a while, but the muscles in his arms reacted instinctively, tightening around her tiny body to keep her close.

They had tired each other out last night, being newly mated and alone together, once they were free to roam the ship safely, all of their clothing had come off in a mad fit of passion. They had spent the rest of the night locked together in a heated expression of their newly mated status…well, actually, locked together in a variety of positions, but who was keeping track?

It surprised Bulma that her Saiyan mate was still asleep, as he was usually the earliest riser in the Briefs' household back home. She, however, did not realize that after she had fallen asleep the previous night, he had stayed up several hours after, watching her peaceful slumber, thinking about the many issues plaguing his mind.

He was filled to the brim with confusing emotions, and each time he was close to sleep, a new thought would pop into his mind and he would spend more time pondering the issue, desperately trying to gain control of the situation. Vegeta was a man who did not like 'going with the flow' and he preferred to have a plan…a strategy. He thought like he was in battle, and most likely, would never stop; it was a trait both bred into his blood, and enforced upon him during the years under Frieza.

There were a lot of things on the proud prince's mind, including a worry he would rather keep hidden from the world. As much as he hated to admit it, he was concerned about the reaction back on Earth to his coupling with the Human female. Her parents, he was sure, wouldn't mind, but the fighters, Bulma's friends, would surely be upset. They thought of him as their enemy still, someone to be watched at all times, and it was not as if he actually cared what they thought of him, it was the fact that their disapproval of the relationship he and Bulma shared would upset her. He didn't like to think that she might end up regretting their mating.

But Bulma, in her sleep, had whimpered and sought to snuggle closer to him, and he had realized that what they shared was genuine. Nothing could diminish the love she had for him, and even though he didn't quite understand it, it pleased him, and he had finally fallen asleep, only two hours before Bulma's awakening.

Bulma smiled and stretched languidly, her movement awakening the Saiyan no Ouji, who frowned and told her to either stop her wiggling and lay still, or make him some breakfast. She giggled and swatted at him playfully, only to have her wrist caught in his strong grip, and pulled toward him.

"Good morning, sunshine," she teased, the frown still on his face. He scowled at her, his quick mind already formulating a response to her good-natured jab. Before he could voice his witty retort though, the soft rumble of his stomach cut him off. He flushed slightly, somewhat embarrassed, but Bulma only giggled as hers joined in, gurgling against Vegeta's.

Even the proud prince couldn't help but to crack a tiny smile as their innards mumbled and grumbled along, like some sort of grotesque, digestive tract choir. He hid his amusement though, sitting up and padding across the room in the nude, to where his pants had been tossed the previous night. Bulma followed suit, wrapping a sheet around herself, much to her mate's displeasure, as she searched for her clothing.

"Oh, that's right…" she mumbled softly, unable to find her pants or shirt. "You had me bare before we left the control room." Vegeta flashed a smirk in response, opening a nearby closet and tossing her the skimpy white silk robe she had received on Imtor. "Pervert!" she cried, looking scandalized. Both of them knew how short that robe was.

"Pervert's equally perverted mate." He smirked, leaning against the wall and crossing powerful arms over his bare chest.

"At least I didn't chase you through the woods!"

"You know you liked it…" he purred, advancing on her as she clutched the sheet tighter to her body. He was like an animal…a powerful, dangerous animal, and it excited her.

His stomach grumbled.

Hers grumbled back.

"Ahh…the mating call of the stomach." Vegeta sighed, traipsing back to the closet and tossing Bulma a pair of her sweats and a tank top.

"First we eat, then make whoopie," she giggled, slipping into the clothes.

"I do not make whoopie." The Saiyan snorted, looking insulted.

***

Bulma pressed her nose to the round glass window, peering out into space. She could see the earth, a mass of blue and green, with swirling white clouds overlaying. It was beautiful…it was home.

Until a few days ago, she hadn't realized just how much she missed her home planet, and when Vegeta had first pointed it out to her, a tiny little speck in the distance, she had nearly sobbed with happiness. Seeing the planet had reminded her of just how long she had been away, and she was excited to see everyone again, to hug her mom and dad, to catch up with Chi Chi and the guys…

***

Vegeta grasped his mate's hand, his fingers rough and warm as they entwined with hers. She smiled weakly over at him, grateful for the gesture of support. He was steady as she shook, her eyes darting nervously around the rumbling ship. They were entering Earth's atmosphere, and the excited butterflies in her stomach were warring with the fright in her. No matter how many times she did it, landings still made her nervous and skittish.

Vegeta's hand though, gently squeezing hers, made her feel safe and secure, like nothing bad could ever happen. He was her mate, he would protect her and love her and be with her forever…She smiled again, this time wider, and shut her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sensation of her stomach flopping around.

The ship crashed into the ground with a jarring bounce, and Bulma made a mental note to re-evaluate the design of the landing gear as she un-strapped herself and stood on shaky legs. Vegeta stood in the center of the room, glaring at the door, his tail twitching in agitation. All of the fighters were outside, power levels raised in a warning to him.

He snarled quietly to himself, the motion of his tail speeding to lash about around his ankles. The action did not go unnoticed. "Vegeta," Bulma's cool hand lay on his arm, "what's wrong?"

"Every last one of them is out there. They all have their power levels raised…the cocky little bastards are threatening me!" He ground out, muscles tensing.

"Vegeta…we both knew they would worry about me," she said softly, soothing the coiled muscles in his arm. "They don't know you like I do, but when they see that I'm fine, they'll realize that they were just being silly and overprotective…" She trailed off, realizing that she sounded like a school guidance counselor, or somebody's mom. "Oh come on!" she giggled, "Let's just go out there and say hi!"

Bulma gave a small tug on his arm and pranced off toward the door, running a hand through her hair as she went. However, she soon realized that her Saiyan mate wasn't following her, and she turned to see him watching her, intently. He was studying her again, as he had done many times before, but he still seemed agitated…almost nervous. Her eyes widened slightly, and realization hit her.

He was nervous…

It wasn't like Vegeta to be skittish, but when he wouldn't meet her gaze, her suspicions were confirmed. Vegeta was nervous about what the reaction would be, concerning their new status as a couple. He already knew that most of her friends didn't trust or like him, and the fact that they had their power levels raised could not have helped.

"We don't have to tell them yet, Vegeta."

He blinked twice, looking up to meet her eyes again, and he felt himself soften a little inside. "Hn…" he grunted back, walking to meet her as the ship door opened with an audible hiss.

The first noise Vegeta heard as he stepped out of the spacecraft was the high pitched squeal of Bulma's mother, who ran up the ramp and gave him a hug, latching onto Bulma next. "Oooh! I'm so happy to see you two!" she giggled, in her usual vacuous way, grabbing their hands and tugging them both down the ramp. Quickly regaining his senses though, the Saiyan no Ouji snatched his hand away from the ditzy blonde and glared at the other members of the 'welcoming committee' standing on the Briefs' lawn. The fighters had relaxed though, seeing that Bulma was safe and unharmed.

"Hope you had a good trip, Vegeta my boy." Dr. Briefs greeted the Saiyan in his typical manner, reaching up to scratch the little black kitten on his shoulder. "Hope the ship was working properly."

Vegeta rolled his eyes, turning his nose up in the air as his sharp eyes scanned the group, every single one of them trying to hug his mate at once. Needless to say, it did not please him to see the other fighters handling his woman in such a way. He cleared his throat with a dignified cough, sending Bulma a little glare when she looked his way.

"Oh, right!" she giggled, breaking away from the group. "Vegeta and I…"

"You're married, aren't you?" Mrs. Briefs squealed, clapping her hands together. "Oh, you two make the cutest couple!"

Vegeta looked stunned, but quickly recovered, elbowing Bulma in the side to snap her out of shock too. "N…No…" she stuttered, embarrassed. "Vegeta and I need the Dragonballs." She looked over at Vegeta, who looked rather calm, she could tell though, that he was nervous. "Don't worry, it's for a good cause." She added, seeing the skeptical looks sent by her friends.

"Only the best…" Vegeta added lowly, looking distant.

"So we'll be leaving soon to gather them up."

"Just the two of you? Are you nuts?!?" Yamcha nearly exploded, eyeing the cocky Saiyan.

"Of course Yamcha!" Mrs. Briefs cut in. "They're a couple now, and they'll want to be alone!"

Everyone sighed, knowing that the woman held a strange affection for the Saiyan prince, and thinking that she was just being her silly self. Vegeta blushed ever so slightly though, realizing the truth in her words. She caught the slight flush on his cheeks and winked at him.

"Well now! Everyone must be hungry!" she declared, making a move toward the house.

"Honey…" Dr. Briefs caught her hand; "We all just ate."

"Oh nonsense! They're big strong men who need their nutrients!" And then with a sense of skill that only the most experienced of housewives posses, she herded the group of burly, tense martial artists into the house for a snack of tea and cookies.

Vegeta was the last of the men to enter, with the tiny blonde right behind him, her hand placed on the small of his back, gently pushing him in the right direction. He was awfully surprised that she had not yet groped his rear, and almost sensing his curiosity, she giggled, and whispered conspiratorially into his ear. "Even if the others don't realize it yet, I can tell, and I won't encroach on Bulma's territory."

"I'm no one's territory." He snapped, growling softly at Mrs. Briefs, who only giggled again, reverting back to her usual ways.

***

"It's probably a good idea we didn't tell them yet anyway, Vegeta." Bulma giggled, turning off the lamp and crawling into the warm bed next to her mate. "I don't think my mom could handle the excitement. She's been wanting us to get together forever." She yawned, laying her head on his chest, and snuggling into his arms. Her breathing soon slowed, and Vegeta closed his own eyes, hoping to fall asleep soon. He was tired and needed the rest because he and Bulma had made plans to start their search for the Dragonballs early in the morning.

Vegeta sighed into the darkness, tightening his hold around the little female in his arms. He wouldn't ask her to keep their relationship a secret for much longer. She was a female, and he was sure she would probably enjoy being able to openly discuss such things with her friends. Everyone would know soon anyway, when her stomach began to bulge, and, of course, in a little under nine months, when a wailing, tailed infant would be delivered into the world.

The End

Wow…so that's it…I almost don't want this fic to end…I mean, I'm really aching to finish because I want to be free to do other things, and to not have the Sunday deadlines looming over me, but really, I honestly enjoyed writing this fic…I know all authors say that when they finish an epic…but well, we say it 'cause we mean it! *giggle*

Now, I know a lot of you would have liked me to go further, to develop the reactions of the other characters toward the B/V relationship, and to hunt for the Dragonballs…but it's been done so many times, and really, I think I've drawn Show Him How out long enough, for now. There may be a sequel, in the distant future, but I'm not promising anything, so please don't get on my case if I don't write one! *giggle* Really though, I think this is a fitting ending…I mean, may be just my opinion, but I kinda like it! *giggle*

And a special thanks goes out to all of you readers who've stuck with this fic, through all the cliffhangers and annoying filler/development chapters, and to everyone who's reviewed or who's emailed me with encouragement and support! Without you readers pushing me on, I never would have taken Show Him How this far! *smile*

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