Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Princess' Arrival ❯ Acting Human ( Chapter 3 )

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The Princess' Arrival

Chapter Three - Acting Human

Written By Gokusgirl

After finishing his thousandth push-up, Vegeta looked over at the console's clock. 7:00 PM, time to get ready, Vegeta thought to himself as he stood and shut down the controls to the gravity compressor. He grabbed his towel, blotting himself lightly as he turned off the lights to the gravity room, quickly exiting.

It had been a long week for him. A lot of thinking… a lot of decisions to make. Bulma and he were officially on 'no speaking' terms, ever since they got into the brawl that night and he was banished to the couch every night that week. He was sure that he could return back to their bed, but he didn't want to push things. And he really didn't know how to approach her, especially after what he knew now. And to think, hearing the grim news from the least likely of persons, her ditzy mother. Well maybe she isn't that ditzy after all, he thought as he entered the shower, turning the water on full blast.

As he worked up a good lather across his body, he kept his mind focused on how he going to approach this. He had no choice; it was a matter of obligation, and love for the only person who ever cared about his welfare. He paused as he thought of that… so many years ago when Bulma offered him a place to stay at the compound, her father and her making gadgets and equipment so he could ascend to the next level, always done without complaint, well, a lot of ranting from the woman, but he knew it was her way of communicating. But she took so much from him, his coldness, and his hatred, that's all he could ever give her. Until that fateful day when they were finally alone together, ending a long week of endless taunts of sexual tension between the two. He took her without mercy, like a wild animal needing to be tamed. He had hoped that once this had happened, she would be out of his system. But he was wrong. It only intensified his need, his lust for her. And it was only a look, a mere glance of her approval and he would rip her clothes off, making love to her until her throat was raw from calling his name, her body exhausted and limp under him, shaking with unrelenting pleasure.

And out of the first time, Trunks was conceived. He knew it almost in an instant when it happened; and it took him days before he could tell her what he did. But he was not ready to be a father, not yet. He had only one goal, and Bulma and a child was not in the equation. So he left, telling her that she was a 'distraction', preventing him from achieving his lifetime goal of being a Super Saiyan. He remembered the crushed look on her face, the tears, the pleading for him not to go. But he didn't care. He walked aboard Capsule 3 and took off without looking back.

He remembered coming back, with a new sense of self worth. He had very much to look forward to. He had ascended in space, during a near-death experience with a meteor shower. Not only did he regain his place as Prince of the Saiyans that day, he felt as if he was given yet another chance to live. He was looking forward to coming back to Earth to kill the androids, and seeing his son that he secretly was dying to see.

He could tell when he got back to the Corporation that Bulma seemed well, and the child was as well as expected, except for its odd coloring. But he noticed how indifferent Bulma was, not really warming up to him like she used to. It surprised him that he had been gone for over a year, and Bulma raised their child with the help of her mother and father. Or so he thought…

Vegeta turned off the shower, stepping out and drying off quickly. If I had only known… he thought. He never could imagine that she give birth alone. It saddened him, sickened him, and now he knew why it took several months before Bulma could trust him again. But their argument that night after the Lamaze class proved that maybe history was trying to repeat itself. But Vegeta silently vowed to himself that evening he would never let Bulma doubt him again.

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She sat Indian style on the floor with her son, squealing with delight as she toggled videogame they were playing a combat game of some sort, and Trunks was giving her the beating of her life.

"No fair!" Bulma laughed as she leaned on her son's shoulder, distracting him. "You have to let me hit you!"

"The object of the game Mom is to try to hit me, no free licks here." Trunks grumbled as he shrugged her off lightly. How he hated when she got all lovey on him.

"Well this is one stupid game," Bulma said with a chuckle.

"Dad thinks it's the bomb," Trunks said looking over at her. Bulma frowned, a bit confused.

"Your dad… plays this game with you?" Bulma asked.

"Sure… only when you're not around. He's quite good at it. He maxed it out in 14 hours." Trunks said with his attention back at the screen. "Hey, are you going to play?"

"I'm through, I need something to drink." Bulma sighed as she tossed the controller aside.

"Good, I'm going over to Goten's," Trunks announced as he turned the game off and stood, and stretched.

"Are you telling me this or are you asking?" Bulma said with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm asking. Can I Mom? Dad said you two are going out tonight anyhow."

"What?" Bulma said loudly. "Going where?"

"I thought you were gone by now boy," A gruff voice sounded behind them, they both turned around to find Vegeta standing there, dressed very casually in his olive ribbed sweater that fit very nicely to his chest and blue jeans, and under his arms were pillows. For a second Bulma thought about how sexy he looked, but then she remembered she wasn't talking to him, so she clenched her jaw tightly and narrowed her eyes, wondering what he was up to.

"I'm going, I'm going," Trunks said grabbing his jacket. He leaned down and gave his Mom a quick kiss before he left. "Bye Mom… have fun." He smiled and walked out, giving his Dad his famous peace sign, and Vegeta just responded with a curt nod. The room was deathly silent now, and Bulma turned back around, staring into the now blank television screen.

"Are you coming or do you want to watch you imaginary program tonight?" Vegeta finally said loudly. Bulma turned to stare at him angrily.

"Don't talk to me like that," Bulma snapped. "Besides… I can't get off the floor in this position."

Vegeta grumbled and stormed over, dropping the pillows to extend his hand out to her. She looked at his hand for a moment, not sure of his intentions. He shook his hand in front of her, his face showing much agitation. Bulma sighed and took his hand, and he helped her up slowly.

"Where are we going with pillows?" Bulma asked folding her arms.

"Have you forgotten that the Lamaze class is tonight?" Vegeta replied. A surprised and yet confused look fell across Bulma's face, and she smiled.

"You… want to go?" Bulma said almost in a whisper.

"I'm here, aren't I?" Vegeta said picking the pillows back up. "Now are you ready?"

"I need to freshen up a bit… give me a minute!" Bulma said as she walked upstairs. Vegeta sighed and sat down on the couch, just knowing he was in for a very interesting evening.

******

The only word she could think of that evening when they got home was amazed.

Not only did Vegeta attend the Lamaze class with her, he was so attentive and paid attention during the class. He even surprised her more when he asked questions to the instructor. She could see the envious stares the other women gave her in the class, and she ate it up.

After the class they went to their favorite restaurant and had dinner, and they apologized for the argument they had. And they talked and talked and talked… it had to the most they had spoken since she first met him.

Since the restaurant was just near the Corporation, Vegeta told the limo driver that they would walk home, stating it would be good exercise for Bulma and the baby. She felt so good to walk with him, her arm wrapped tightly around his, leaning on his strong shoulder. They didn't speak a word all the way home; no words were needed for such a romantic moment.

Bulma sat in front of her vanity, humming a tune softly as she brushed her long blue hair, feeling a bit fuzzy inside. She loved it when Vegeta acted… well, human. He walked in from the bathroom as she stood. She saw him approach her in the reflection of the mirror, and his arms went around her, his head resting on her shoulder. She leaned back against him as his hands drew circles around her swollen stomach, and he kissed her neck. Bulma seemed to relax right there, her eyes drawing shut as her hand ran through his unruly hair.

"Mmmm… thank you Vegeta." Bulma mumbled.

"For what?" Vegeta asked between kisses on her neck.

"For going to Lamaze with me tonight. It meant so much to me."

She turned around to face him, her arms wrapping around his neck. They stared at each other for a moment, and then they kissed. Bulma felt goose bumps run all over her body, he was kissing so tenderly, so affectionately… she drew back and looked at him, searching his onyx pools in wonderment.

"You are Vegeta, right?" Bulma said with a laugh, but really asking.

"Don't be silly… of course it is me. Now let's get to bed." Vegeta ordered, walking her over to bed and tucking her in. He climbed in on his side and turned off the light, wiggling over to embrace her.

"I wish I wasn't pregnant tonight… I'm feeling a little restless, if you know what I mean," Bulma quipped. She heard him chuckle lightly, squeezing her tightly.

"I suppose I feel that way too," Vegeta said finally as he sighed. They laid there for a moment, silently, and Bulma looked up at him in the dark, biting her lip. She knew he was looking at her; he never fell asleep until she did. She pressed her hands on his chest, making him lay back, and he raised a curious eyebrow.

"Woman… what are you doing?" Vegeta asked.

"Shut up… and relax." Bulma kissed him, and then her kisses drew down from his lips to his neck, slowly bushing down his massive chest, and further down. His heart pounded in his chest as he excitedly knew what she was about to do… and he unknowingly let out a small groan. At least one of them wouldn't be restless tonight.