Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Second Time ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

The Second Time

 

Part Two

 

Vegeta brushed his eyes, which started to fill with tears. His fingers met something on his face, like some kind of goggles, but he was so irked that he simply grabbed the damn thing and tossed it away, without

 

even wondering what it was. Then, he heard a slimy, splooshing sound, letting him know that Bulma had finally found out the fire extinguisher. Slowly, the smoke vanished away, revealing a female figure that coughed and cursed as she splooshed the rest of the carbonic foam over the cursed and now slightly burned machine.

 

He opened his mouth to yell at... but left it open.

 

It wasn't Bulma.

 

It was a very young girl, beautiful but dressed in a strange, old- fashioned way. She wore a very, very short orange-striped dress, a purple scarf, a leather belt with a gun, sneakers and a lone brown glove covering her right hand. Her blue hair was pulled back in a long braid tied with a red bow at the top of her head, which made her look a

 

lot like Bra, even tough his daughter was only five and the stranger was probably the same age as Trunks.

 

"Who are you?"Vegeta yelled as soon as he recovered his voice "What you did to my mate?"

 

The girl dropped the extinguisher and stared at him for a moment, like if the question had to make a long way to her brain. Then she exploded:

 

"WHO AM I!"her high-pitched, deafening screech shook the window panes. Her teeth were suddenly sharp like a beast's: "You've ruined my experiment, you've thrown months of hardwork away and now you dare to ask me who I am, you ungrateful ape? After all these years, you don't recognize your wife anymore? Am I that ol... that changed? And by the way, what are you doing dressed like th..."

 

"My wife?" Vegeta took his gloved hands off his ears, so shocked that he didn't even hear the last phrase. The girl nodded emphatically.

 

"Yes, your wife! It's me, Bulma! Has the explosion affected you small brainy bits or..." suddenly, she silenced and stared again at Vegeta from head to toe. Her blue eyes widened up, like if something had dawned on her:

 

"You're not really recognizing me, are you?" she asked anxiously.

 

Vegeta didn't respond immediately. He was staring at a huge "Bulma" written over her wide boson. Absurd as it was, the girl looked alike his mate and screeched like her. Her ki was undoubtedly hers, which discarded the thought of a Mirai Bra. Still... His gaze fell upon the machine. Of course. That blasted contraption must have done something

 

to his woman. This or he would have to believe that a younger Bulma had come from past to trade places with his mate, which was too absurd (well, in this blasted planet everything was absurd!). He looked at Bul...the girl's face. She stared at him anxiously, waiting for a response. He decided to tease her a bit.

 

"You look like my mate and you are as loud mouthed as she is, I admit. But she's at least 25 years older than you. And she hasn't worn short skirts for at least three years, though her legs look much better than yours!"

 

Instead of Bulma (who'd else could be?) having a fit as he expected, she lightened up her face, like if he had said exactly what she wanted to hear.

 

"So I am... really young?" she touched her face with both hands and smiled as she felt her skin, as fresh and smooth as a baby's. Then she lowered her hands and looked at them: seeing the glove, her face lightened up; she looked down and grabbed the little skirt by its borders like to make sure it was real:

 

"Yes! It works! I AM A GIRL AGAIN!"she jumped and danced in the lab " Hahahahahaha!"

 

She stopped dancing to look around frantically until she found out an immense reflector. She put the improvised mirror over her desk and looked triumphantly at herself: "Just look at me! Who needs Shen-Long?"

 

Vegeta watched all that frowning and sweatdropping. Any lingering doubts that "thing" could be possibly his mate were all swept away.

 

"So that was why you built that contraption? To become younger?" he asked. Bulma critically examined her image; she made a face at the braid with bow (I don't believe I used to wear this, she mumbled) and

 

started to loosen it.

 

"Of course!" Bulma said as she tied a small ponytail at the side of her head leaving the rest loosen "And all that smoking it produced has rejuvenated us. It worked better than I thought" she stared at her husband again and gave him a half-smile: "Well, your case, not that much."

 

Vegeta's tanned face blanched.

 

"Re...rejuvenated us! You're telling me that I..."he heard a crack and felt his foot smashing something. He bent down and picked up the crushed thing. His heart almost stopped. It was very broken, but he recognized it perfectly. Obviously, it was the thing he had felt on his face and thrown down.

 

"A scouter!" Bulma exclaimed cheerfully as she looked over his shoulder "I haven't seen one in years!"

 

Vegeta didn't paid her attention; he was looking down at himself. Instead his usual houseclothes, he wore now a dark blue, tight jumpsuit under an orange-and-white Saiyan armor with a sort of rubber skirt protecting his legs, beyond white gloves and boots. His old clothes from Freeza's time. He whipped his head towards the reflector- mirror and gasped. Unconsciously, his hand crushed what was left of the scouter in his hand, tiny pieces of metal and glass dropping on the

 

floor as corn thrown for chicken.

 

Instead of a man, a big-headed, angled-chin boy glared back at him. The image in the reflector was twisted, but there was no doubt: he was probably sixteen now. Or rather, seventeen, since Bulma should be sixteen. The vision of himself as a teenager brought back a flood of old memories buried deep into his mind. None of them pleasant.

 

"What that furred belt is for?"Bulma asked, taking him from his dark thoughts. He stared at his own waist; his eyes widened up in a new, tough this time much pleasant surprise. He smirked evilly. Without warning, the "furred belt" unwrapped from his waist to charge over the girl, who yelled and jumped back:

 

"EEwww! What's kind of thing is that?"

 

Vegeta tossed his head back and laughed, his hands resting on his hips. Bulma glowered at the tail that gleefully danced on the floor like a happy snake, and fought against her will of stepping on it:

 

"Drat, I had forgotten these damned things! This is not funny, Vegeta!"

 

"No?" he asked sarcastically"But YOU supposed to think it's funny, since you did that to me!"

 

"I did? If you hadn't scared me I wouldn't have plugged the blue wire in the wrong place!"

 

"You always get scared for nothing! And why do you have to make these stupid experiments?"

 

"You forget that are these stupid experiments what allow you to train by the entire day instead working and to eat like a Saiyan without leaving the rest of your family to starve!"

 

His face remained expressionless, but something passed fast through his eyes and Bulma realized that she had hurt him. She immediately regretted it.

 

"Sorry, Vegeta. I didn't mean to say this. But what's wrong about being young again?"

 

As she apologized, Vegeta had folded his arms and turned his back about her; when he heard the question he snarled and shot her a murderous look:

 

"What's wrong?"

 

Slowly, he turned and walked towards her, his eyes on fire:

 

"YOU'RE DARE TO ASK ME WHAT'S WRONG!"

 

Frightened of his fury, Bulma backed away until she connected with the opposite wall. She stared at him with widened eyes. It occurred to her (you always think the worst when you're scared) that maybe Vegeta's evil nature had returned with his youth. Was he again the monster he had been once? Oh Kami... what had she done?

 

The terror in her eyes brought more remembrances to Vegeta. How many times had he seen that same look in his victim's eyes? To see it in the eyes of Bulma, usually so filled with love and trust, was much worse.

 

She had looked at him that way once, when they met and he killed Zarbon in front of her. The blasted girly-faced guy would have done worse, but Bulma didn't know that then, and had stared at Vegeta like he was something disgusting. Like a... monster.

 

He took a step back like he had been hit, and turned around, in an effort to suppress his anger. When he spoke his voice came forced, practically spitting the words:

 

"For you it's certainly funny to be again a brat even younger than your son, since the first time you were this age you hanged around with the bratty Kakarott and that your pathetic excuse for a boyfriend. But I wasn't that lucky..."

 

His eyes become somber.

 

"Do you know how it feels to be brought back to a time that you'd die to forget? Do you know what is to train over the years to surpass your own limits, to become more and more powerful and suddenly you come back to zero without being even able to turn into Super Saiyan? What if something happens? What if a stronger enemy shows up while I am like this? Will I have to leave everything in Kakarott's hands and just stay around and watch like his good-for-nothing friends?"

 

Bulma stared at him with guilty silence. Of course, she should have known that he wouldn't want to loose his power, but it never had occurred her that the consequences could be so terrible.

 

"Vegeta, I'm sorry. I hadn't thought that..."

 

"Sure you hadn't. You never think, save of fixing your make up!”

 

"Don't talk to me like this!" she hissed "I already said I'm sorry. I didn't mean to rejuvenate you too, though I had considered the idea, but I knew you wouldn't want it. Sometimes, however..."

 

Vegeta didn't turn around, but his ears moved slightly, letting her know that she had his attention. Bulma hesitated, then took a deep breath and decided to open it for all.

 

"I know you'll think I'm silly, but sometimes I wish that we had met when we were younger... the first time, I mean. I've always dreamed that... if I had managed to ask Shen-Long my prince Charming, he would have brought you to me, so I'd never have stayed with Yamcha. We'd have more years to spend together... and you wouldn't have suffered that much in Freeza's clutches..."

 

She wasn't looking at Vegeta as she spoke. That's why she didn't see the surprised look in his eyes, or the strange sparkle that appeared in them. After a long moment, she heard him walk towards her.

 

"Silly girl. I would had blasted you along with the Earth," he said, a tone of slight amusement in his voice.

 

"I know," Bulma sighed, wistfully "Isn't that absurd?"

 

For her surprise, she felt Vegeta's gloved fingers touching her hair, tenderly loosening the ponytail. She looked up. Vegeta was smiling at her.

 

Without realizing, Bulma had touched a sensible cord into her husband's heart. He never could get over his jealousy for Yamcha have been the first man of Bulma's life and not him. He was lucky, of course, that she loved him so much, it was a thing he never had understood completely, the way her love made her always forgive him and want him back, no matter what he did. But to learn that she felt as frustrated as him for not have been only his... he had no words to express what he felt now.

 

Of course her fantasy was stupid, to not say ridiculous. Remembering the way he had been when he was young, it had been luck that he, Nappa and Radditz hadn't visited the Earth before Kakarott was strong enough to stand against them. They would have exterminated all the earthlings, including the girl that now was his mate. Trunks and Bra never would have born. Maybe Freeza would still be alive... he didn't even want to consider this possibility. For once in a lifetime it occurred to Vegeta that maybe Kakarott had done him a favor by defeating him in that cursed day. Well, but now it wasn't time of thinking of Kakarott. He raised a corner of his mouth in approval. Bulma was just a girl now,

 

but she looked gorgeous. Damn, she was right. Why haven't they met before?

 

Then he realized he was playing with her hair. Embarrassed, he tried to pull his hand, but Bulma seized it and smiled at him. Even tough she couldn't guess his thoughts, she felt what was the cause of that very sudden change. Gently, she bit the tip of his middle finger and pulled the glove off to brush his hand against her face. Vegeta liked that and offered her his other hand. Then, he buried his bare hands in her hair and pulled her head closer, their noses almost brushing against each other.

 

"Okay. Perhaps I'll can stand myself like this a little more. But, just a little!"

 

Bulma giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily. Her tongue explored the inside of his mouth, and soon she felt his searching for her with the same passion. Vegeta slid his fingers down her back, caressing the fragile body under the smooth fabric. His hand slipped under her skirt and touched her thigh, making its way up to her rear.

 

"Vegeta..." said Bulma between gasps "wouldn't be better... if we'd go to our room?"

 

"Why? We've already fucked here lots of times before, if you don't remember. And after we've finished it you're going to fix up that contraption and make me old again, " he concluded before he bit off her purple scarf and buried his nose on the curve of her neck.

 

"Hmm-hmmm... Ok...just a little thing..." she heaved, still trying to keep some control over herself "I-I am a virgin again... are you listening to me?"

 

"Hmmpf..."

 

"You must b-be... be gentle with me, Vegeta. Please... it's my a-aah... f-first time... aah... " she managed to blurt out before Vegeta's lips met a sensitive spot. Bulma let out a excited yelp and pulled him by the shoulders, making them both sit, then she invitingly raised her arms. Vegeta didn't wait twice to release her from the dress and accessories. He tore her bra off causing her breasts to pop out, as though as they were eager to escape from the confines of their prison and receive his caresses. Vegeta plunged his face among them and closed his eyes as he felt their warm softness. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it, feeling as it hardened at the contact of his tongue. Bulma let out a meowing sound and buried her hands in his hair, pulling his head to the other breast. Ah, fuck you first time, or rather, second. She reached out to touch his back, fighting unsuccessfully to pull his armor off. Vegeta stopped and straightened up, laughing from her efforts:

 

"You'll never do it this way" he sat and took the armor off, tossing it away. He started to lift up the upper part of the blue jumpsuit, but Bulma stopped him:

 

"Let me do it."

 

He hesitated, but stopped in agreement and stood up, looking expectant. Bulma tucked her hands under the tight cloth, crawling her fingers up on his muscles until she reached the two nipples. He jolted and suppressed a moan. It was a little old game between them, the only one that Vegeta didn't mind loosing and that they didn't do a good while. Trough the years Bulma had become modestier, even in the bedroom. She always found excuses to make love in her nightgown or with the lights off, fearing to suffer comparisons with the woman she once had been. Well, now she was again a gorgeous, wonderful girl and she mean to have as much fun as she could.

 

She took his shirt off and took a step back, staring at him in pure admiration. Even in his teenager hood Vegeta already had that incredible sculpted body. Wow. Sexily, she licked one of his nipples as her fingers worked on the other one. He closed his eyes and let out a low moan. You lost, honey.

 

He caressed her back as her tongue and hands explored the cleavages between his powerful muscles, which looked like sculpted in stone. She kissed the back of his neck, giggling as she felt his hair standing up, caressing her face. Slowly, she licked all the way down down to his back, her hands also coming down and freeing him from the rest of his

 

clothes. Then carefully, she licked the base of his tail. She heard a low, soft moan.

 

"Does it hurt?"

 

"No. Only if you'll grab him... D-don't stop..."

 

Bulma giggled and did what he said, or rather, begged. She started giving soft bites at his tail as her hands caressed his hardened manhood. Vegeta no longer tried to suppers his gasps and moans, and Bulma herself fought against the necessity of stripping herself from her very wet panties. Later.

 

Now...

 

She gave a large, predatory grin and knelt in front of him. She leaned forward, aiming Vegeta's erected manhood. The best she had left for last...

 

Vegeta's hand on her face stopped her.

 

"Are you planning to do everything? It's my turn."

 

Her pouting turned into a large grin.

 

Vegeta was a vision to pay, crouched and naked, his tail swaying behind him, like a beast about to jump at his prey. Bulma was so excited that felt everything inside aching; she reached to take her panties off, but Vegeta stopped her:

 

"What did I say?"

 

She smirked.

 

"Sorry, Highness," she lay herself on the floor like a submissive concubine "Is that better?"

 

"Yes. Just like this." he leaned over and kissed her mouth, his tongue snuggling on hers. He kissed and licked her neck and her breasts, and all the way down to her flat abdomen and her damp white panties. He poked the wet stain between her legs and smirked as he heard Bulma moan with impatience. Gingerly, he bit her panties by their elastic brim and slowly pulled them off. Long time ago he would had just torn them off and went right to the main subject; through the years, however, he had learned to enjoy the delicious torture of foreplay. That increased his desire and spiced the main plate. He kissed longingly the triangle of fur between her legs, filling his mouth with the soft blue curls, and felt Bulma's hand pushing his head lower. His tongue reached for the small but sensitive clitoris. Bulma gasped and arched her back, her hands searching frantically for something where to hold on. A soft thing slipped past her hand and she seized it with her whole strength.

 

"YYEEOOWW! " Vegeta jumped in pain. Bulma looked up and saw with horror that she had grabbed his tail. She dropped the appendage like it had burned her hand.

 

"Vegeta, I'm sorry. I didn't see it was you tail I was holding."

 

"…Shit! Can't you keep your hands still?"

 

Bulma instantaneously flared up.

 

"I said I'm sorry! And why did you have to shake this thing on my face?"

 

Vegeta was about to say that, the way he was there wasn't how his tail to have brushed her face, but he thought better. He wouldn't let a stupid discussion like that to mess up with his fun. Besides, as much painful as it was, to have his tail grabbed was also somehow exciting.

 

"Hrm. You'll may grab my tail as much as you like, but later." he smirked "Now, where were we?" he leaned to resume his licking, but felt his tail being seized again, very gently this time.

 

"What are you doing, Bulma?" he demanded.

 

Her face stretched in an evil, malicious smirk. A smirk much alike his.

 

"Y'know, I always wanted to try this."

 

And before he could react she brushed his tail between her legs, moaning blissfully at the contact of the soft fur with her intimate parts. Vegeta's eyes widened up. He was startled not only by her boldness but also by the sensations that took over him. Pulling his tail from her hands, he "penetrated" her with its tip, moving it up and down between her humid lips. That drove them both crazy. Vegeta pulled his head back and closed his eyes in ecstasies as he let out a guttural

 

moan. Oh, woman, woman...

 

V-Vegeta... I-I...I want... I n-need you...now!" Bulma panted and reached out for him.

 

He needed her too, and needed her now. Abruptly, he went over her, pinning her down with his body. When Vegeta stabbed on her, he felt with surprise a sort of barrier but went forward, making Bulma scream. He looked at her in shock. She forced a grin, but it was clear that hurt. Hmm. She had said something about being a virgin. Well, maybe he was pushing it too much . He started to move gently, trying not to be too rude. Bulma closed her eyes as she felt him inside, knowing that he was controlling himself to not hurt her, and gave him a smile of pure love. Her hips rocked in the same rhythm as his, the pain vanishing and pleasure letting in. Oh Dende... oh Dende...that was the

 

way it should have been... with Vegeta, not Yamcha... with her beloved Saiyan, her man, her...her... oh...oh...oh Dende... oh... oh...

 

"OOOUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

 

A while later...

 

"Y'know, I've been thinking..."

 

"Hrm" Vegeta mumbled, his face buried in her soft bosom. He wasn't still completely satisfied, but for now he didn't want to do anything, even to talk. Bulma caressed the spikes of his hair.

 

"I think you should try to turn into Super Saiyan the way you are."

 

"How come?" Vegeta lifted up his head.

 

"Why not? You could had been Super Saiyan when you were a kid, if they hadn't put in your head that it was only a legend - and if you knew the way to do it. You know it know, seventies or fifties. Why not try?"

 

Vegeta sat up as he frowned thoughtfully. He considered the idea, but shrugged it off.

 

"It would be a waste of time. Anyway, my level of power still would be much lower than Kakarott's."

 

"Hmpf! Whatever," she pouted "You never accept my suggestions. But don't worry, I'm not trying to convince you to stay the way you are. You looked much better when you were older and without this ridiculous appendage!"

 

"You didn't think like this a while ago..." Vegeta started, and then noticed a familiar smell he had been feeling. He hadn't realized before because it was too faint. It smelled like... blood?

 

"Something wrong? " Bulma asked concerned, as she sat, too. His face looked like made of stone, but it was pale. She watched him touch his member quickly and glance at his fingers; then, abruptly, he turned to her and unceremoniously opened her legs. Bulma let out a "hey" in protest, but he ignored her; he held out his hand towards her intimate parts, but before he'd do it he saw something on the floor between her legs and froze. Under his wife's astonished look, he turned his back about her. Bulma heard him mumble something like "damn".

 

"Vegeta?"

 

"I... am sorry." he muttered.

 

"Huh?" Bulma's blue eyes rounded up wide. Vegeta almost never apologized; when he did, however, you could be sure that it was for something really serious and that he was sincere. What could be so bad to make him apologize?

 

"That was what you meant when you told me to be gentle, wasn't it? And I wouldn't listen." he blurted out.

 

Hell and hell. That stupid ex-boyfriend of hers certainly hadn't caused her pain or made her bleed in her very first time. He felt almost like a rapist, even though he hadn't taken her against her will.

 

Bulma stared at him still a little confused. She looked down and between her legs, right where Vegeta's glance had been. There was a small bloody spot on the floor.

 

Tears started to grow in her eyes. He was blaming himself for having caused her pain, because he hadn't listened to her. How could he know that, with him, it hadn't been half as painful that when with Yamcha? The former desert bandit had been gentle, but he was so nervous and clumsy that... well, he had taken a bit to "break it" and ended up hurting her a little more than necessary.

 

She shook her head and affectionately touched his shoulder.

 

"Vegeta, you don't have to apologize. It wouldn't have made any difference whether you listened to me or not. But if I haven't warned you, you'd be upset to me now," she said, and explained that it was perfectly normal Earth women feeling pain and bleeding a little at the first time they made love; actually they were expected to, or they wouldn't be respected. In some not-so-civilized places on Earth, virginity was still so precious that sexist men used it for excuse to not marry a woman that wasn't a damsel; in those places, it was even usual that the groom and the bride retired themselves for a while during the wedding part. Then, after a few minutes... (Bulma brushed two fingers together significantly) they came back to show off the wedding sheet soiled with blood. Disgusting, wasn't it?

 

While Vegeta listened his face remained expressionless, but his muscles slowly relaxed and a new sparkle lightened up in his eyes. Her first time took, for him, a new meaning. It was like, even after all those years, only now Bulma was really his.

 

No, that was stupid. She always had been his, he knew that in his heart even when she was still with Yamcha; her wish of changing their past had let this clear. However, he felt his old grudge against Yamcha fading away . Actually, he admired himself for having felt jealous about that disfigured moron someday.

 

Some things in the past could actually change. Hm... perhaps he should follow her suggestion. If he turned Super Saiyan when he was a teenager wouldn't he surpass Kakarott? He gave a half-smirk. Sometimes, that woman had useful ideas.

 

A sudden chill ran down his spinal and he turned around. Bulma was lying on her side, holding his tail once more (the same tail she had called ridiculous a couple of minutes ago). She smirked mischievously at him and gave him a wink. Vegeta hesitated a little, and then he smirked in return and lay down beside her.

 

The SSJ test could wait.

 

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