Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unrequited Feelings ❯ Enter Lucerfus ( Chapter 15 )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, only Faith, Lucerfus, and the plot to this fic.

It was early in the morning, and Bulma gasped as Vegeta carried her heavy boxes into his suite. He set them down on the ground, and yawned. After all, it was five thirty in the morning. "Is that all?" he yawned again.

She smiled. "Yeah. Thank-you so much!!" She ran into his arms, and he froze in her embrace, never doing such an act with clothes on. "Although... It's gonna be weird rooming with my boyfriend." She looked around, and suddenly remembered the day she first met him. He was half naked, with only a towel around his waist, and he had almost taken advantage of her in her unconscious state. It still pissed her off till today.

She yawned, and pressed her face against his chest. "I'm tired, Vegeta-chan. Where's my room?"

He smirked, and scooped her up in his arms, heading towards his bedroom. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and realized what his intentions were.

"No." she whispered hastily.

"What?" he smirked.

"We're not sleeping in the same bedroom." she argued.

"I thought you would like it." he murmured, now blinking confusedly at her. She blushed. He had picked up that nervous gesture from her.

"It's... nice, but--"

"But what? Aren't boyfriend/girlfriend suppose to share the same bed?"

"That's a married couple!! Not boyfriend/girlfriend!!!"

"Then let's get married."

Her jaw nearly dropped to the ground. "Do you even know what you're asking me??" she raised an eyebrow.

"Actually no... but why??"

"This is going to take a while to explain..." she murmured, shaking her head.

"And meanwhile..." he put her down on his bed, and he crawled towards her on all fours, like a lion catching his prey, and stopped right above her in a heartbeat. She gulped at the intense look in his eyes. This wasn't the same Vegeta from a couple of seconds ago.

"Vegeta-chan?" she whispered.

He lowered his head to meet her face, and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her hungrily. “I’ll do all the work, and I'll let you do all the talking." he smirked, and moved his kisses down to her neck, burring his face in her neck, and kissing her there hungrily. She sighed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and stroked his back, using her other hand to reach down to stroke the bulge forming in his legs. He let out a throaty moan, and thrust his hips into her pelvis urgently.

"Vegeta-chan?" she blinked at him in confusion.

"You better stop sneaking up on me like that." he whispered into her ear huskily.

She blushed. "I'm sorry, I'm just... doing what my body is telling me to do." she cupped his cheek, and reached up, kissing his bottom lip softly. She lay back down, and licked her lips. A habit she had picked up from him.

That small act was just enough to turn him on. She smiled, and kissed him again, and ran her fingers through his flyaway hair. She felt the soft, silky texture of it, and let it run through her fingers. She giggled when she saw him close his eyes, and heard him snore slightly, almost like a purr.

"Are you awake in there?"

He blinked, and stared at her as though he didn't know where he was. He moved beside her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. "We'll talk about this later, I'm tired." he whispered in her ear.

"Whatever you say, my Prince." she whispered, getting closer to him.

Goku studied Chi-chi's sleeping figure silently from the kitchen. He frowned, and sat down on a chair, placing his elbows on his thighs, and resting his chin on his hands. She's pregnant... with my child... I... can't believe this... I'm going to be a father... me... Son Goku... I'm going to be a father!! Gosh... I wonder what Vegeta is going to say when I tell him... or should I not tell him? Eh... he wouldn't care anyway. I want to... tell someone... but who??

Chi-chi moved slightly, and hugged her pillow more tightly. He looked up, expecting to see a baby come out of her... but maybe it didn't work that way. He chuckled, and rested his chin on his hands again. I'm going to be a father... me... a father!! I can't even express my feelings because... I don't know what to feel. Me... a father....

"Goku?"

He gasped, and toppled over his chair. "Chi?" He got his balance, and checked for anything unusual, and found her still laying on the bed, looking for him. He smirked, and went by her side. "Oh... there you are. I thought you left." she ushered him down, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You're so strong, and handsome." she whispered against his chest, so that it muffled her voice. He blushed, and kissed her lips with a brief kiss.

"Chi..." he whispered softly.

"What is it Goku?"

He kissed her again, and smirked as his other hand stroked her belly lightly. He could feel a trace of his ki in her womb... his son. He sighed heavily, and pressed his forehead against hers, looking at her with eyes so full of passion. "Do you... want my children, Chi?" he whispered.

"What?" she tried to get out of his embrace, but he didn't let her go. "Goku, you're scaring me."

"Do you?" he asked again. "Do you want to be the mother of my children?"

She shivered, but not of fright, but of happiness. "Do you know what you are asking of me?"

"Say yes, or no. I... want to know."

"Of coarse I want to, silly. I... love you."

He held in his breath as she uttered the words he thought he would ever hear. She was his now... and she was pregnant... with his child... how can things get any better?? This...this is what he wanted... all his life... and it was happening right now...

"I love you too Chi..." he lowered her down to the bed, eyes locking with hers with a passion that burned her soul. She cupped his cheek, eyes welling with tears.

"Show me then... show me how much you love me..." her hands traveled down to the waistband of his training pants, feeling a familiar hardness there. She untied them, pulling them down to his knees, and his arousal was visible through his boxer shorts. He smirked that same devilish smirk, and crushed her lips, plunging his tongue into her awaiting parted lips.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she deepened the kiss, her tongue stroking his, and he groaned into the kiss. He broke the kiss minutes later, and breathed heavily, and he stared down at his life partner with lust in his eyes. "You will always be mine, Chi... Forever mine, and I will be forever yours."

Greedily, he tore off her top, smirking because she wasn't wearing a bra. "You are mine alone!! And no one can't have you, but me!!" he lowered his mouth to her nipple, and suckled her, his tongue exploring the soft mounds.

She hissed, and nails dug into his shoulder as he nipped her nipple with his teeth, sending a wave of passion through her body. "Oh Goku!!!"

"Say my name, love... Say my name." he grunted, and removed her skirt, and briefs hastily. He smirked as he threw the ripped material to the floor.

"Goku!!!"

"Yessssssss...." he flipped to his back, so that he was now straddling her on his lap, his stiff hardness almost penetrating her through his silk boxers. He realized the inconvenience, ripped them off, and they littered all over the ground like tiny scraps of paper.

And when he at last entered her, he squeezed his eyes shut, for the pleasure was too much to bear. She was so tight around him... so wet, and so tight...

Unable to look, she began to ride him, slowly at first, then she picked up her speed, putting her hands on his chest for support. He met her thrust simultaneously, also picking up his speed, groaning in pleasure as her nails scratched his chest, leaving deep scratches there.

With one last thrust, he spilt his seed into her, and switched his position so that he was now beneath him, and there hands intertwined as he drove himself silly into her tight wet core.

Every time he hit that spot, she let out raggedy moan, and he continued to hit that special spot, until they both climaxed into each other, both sharing a mind shattering orgasm. With a heavy sigh, he gave her a brief kiss, and rolled over beside her, running his fingers through her hair. She cuddled up beside him, pressing her cheek against his chest. "I will always be forever yours, Goku."

His mind wavered in, and out of consciousness, his eyelids heavy from exhaustion. "And... I will be... forever... yours..."

Vegeta walked into the middle of what appeared to be a playground, and was becoming annoyed by the children’s voices. Thinking of nothing else, he opened his palm, generating a ki blast, and he stopped immediately when he recognized one of the children.

All by herself, hiding in the shadows away from all of the other children was Bulma. She still hasn't changed up, but her hair was shorter, and of coarse, she still didn't have that sexy curve of hers yet. She was staring out at all the other children playing, and her face was stoic, and blank. It reminded him of himself.

It was beginning to rain. A woman called out for the children, and moments later, Bulma got up, following the rest. Once the teacher was back inside the classroom, to boys appeared from behind a bush, and pounced on Bulma. They hit her from every direction, one kicking her face, and chest, the other kicking and punching her legs.

"Stop it brats!!!" Vegeta shouted, but it was as though they hadn't heard him at all.

After five minutes of horrendous pain, they spat on her, and left her broken body on the ground, as the rain washed up the blood the blood from her body, surrounding her. With a stiff croak, she lifted her arms from the ground, and picked herself up. One of here eyes was badly bruised up, her nose and lips busted, and cuts, and other bruises disfigured her face. He guessed she had several broken ribs as she began to hack out mouthfuls of blood on the ground.

She was leaving, and Vegeta followed her.

Capsule Corp appeared before him, and he realized she was going home. She was going home, in the pouring rain, with really bad injuries... all by herself.... A part of him wanted to end her life then and there, to end her of her misery, but this was just a dream.... somehow, he had tapped into her dreams.

She opened the door with one hand, and as she entered the house, she fell to the ground, blood, and a mixture of spittle erupting from her mouth. She opened one eye wearily, and stared right through Vegeta, as though she wasn't seeing him. Her eyes glistened, and at last, she focused on her general motives... to get some help.

She lifted her arm, picking herself off the ground, and much to her dismay, it was weak, and the bone was fractured. There was no way she could get any help like this. She had to wait... she had to wait until her parents arrived.

The blood was now beginning to seep through the carpet, now gathering, and pooling around her petite body. Her body was screaming out, screaming out for help. But no one came. No one was there to save her.

It was useless... she was useless... She was a useless piece of bloody mass!!!

"Aren't you going to help me?" she whispered, opening her left eye so that she was peering directly at Vegeta now. Her lips turned up into a grin, and she groaned as she tried to move her body to a comfortable position. Slowly, she lifted out an arm, and let it fall beside her head, so that it was now laying in an odd angle. Vegeta stared at the massive horror beside him, and he shook his head, as the girl reached his arm out to her.

"Help... me...." she whispered, shaking horribly, now foaming at the mouth. "Please...."

"You could only help yourself." he murmured, sitting beside her. "Only the weak require help."

She blinked up at him, and stared at his body. "Who... are you?"

"The almighty Prince of the Saiyans." he murmured, lifting his chin proudly.

"Prince." she whispered. "Of the Saiyans." She grinned widely, and sat up boldly, and her eyes zoomed back and forth, following the movements of his tail as though she was watching a tennis match. "Prince Vegeta? Saiyan Prince? You have a tail...."

"Does it bother you?" he asked gruffly.

"No, it... looks funny." she whispered. She turned her head to another way, and took her dislocated shoulder, closing her eyes shut, and with one deafening crack, it was back in its original place. She whimpered, let out a groan, and wiped a tear that leaked out of her un-bruised eye. He was amazed, and slightly disgusted by her actions. "How did you--"

"My fathers friend is a chiropractor.... he taught me this kind of stuff."

"I see." he replied firmly.

"My father is coming in any moment now. He's going to be stuck in the lab all day as usual." she whispered to herself. Silently, she tore off her blood soaked jacket, and wrapped it around her broken arm. She hissed slightly, and tied it up, using her other hand, and her teeth. "If it weren't for that rain, I would have been a goner." she said, and leaned forward, coughing out more blood. "So, Prince of the Saiyans... Do you have any food with you, I'm hungry."

"No. Can't you make yourself any?" he sighed annoyingly.

"No, I can't cook with one hand only. I guess I'll just have to wait till my mom comes... whenever that happens." she looked around, and got up, and to his surprise, she sat on his lap. She made a face, as she pressed her face to his armor, and looked up at him concerned. "I can't hear your heart." she warned him.

He chuckled, slightly amused by her actions. "It's because I'm wearing an armor, you dolt."

"Oh... Prince Vegeta?"

"Hn?" he grunted.

"Will you stay... a little longer? When my mom comes, she could make you something to eat. She's a great cook!!! Honest!!" she urged.

He frowned, and set her on the ground. "No thanks brat. I have to get going... wherever that is.." he murmured, staring off into the dark abyss of the living room. He grabbed the young Bulma by her shoulder, and transferred his ki into her, so that some of her wounds were magically healing by itself. Her mouth opened slightly, and she smiled up at Vegeta, a smile still similar to the current Bulma he now knew.

"Aregatoo, Prince of the Saiyans!!" she shouted happily, clapping her hands firmly. He grinned, and kissed her lightly on the lips. It was a gentle kiss, as though a mother would kiss a child. There was no malice into it.

Bulma, and Capsule Corp began to disappear to his very own eyes, and now he was at another place, and in a different time. He was in a brightly lit room, with pink-white striped wallpaper. He sat down, observing the view before him, and to his amazement, he saw a teenage Bulma undressing right in front of him. Her back was to him, so that he could see the slightly well of her hips, and her perfectly slim legs. She had to be about fifteen years old, he guessed, as he marveled her maturing body.

She took off her shirt at first, and her pants, so that she was now clad in her bra, and underwear. She was holding a cell phone in her hand, talking quickly.

"Mom, you're making such a big deal about this... calm down, I know you're excited about this... geez, stop laughing!! Okay mom... Hey mom... will dad be there? What? Oh... I see.... he still hasn't.... okay... okay, I know mom... okay.... bye."

She turned around, and took out something from her pocket, but he couldn't see what it was. His eyes were glued to her ample mounds that were slightly visible through her black lacy bra. She sat on the edge of the bed, eyes fluttering, and to his dismay, she pierced her wrist with a small, silver dagger. She fell limp on her bed, shaking horribly, and when her sighs, and grunts finally subsided, she picked up the dagger again, and did the same to her other hand. She lay on the bed, her breathing slowly hitching down, and she stared toward where Vegeta was sitting at. "Oh... Prince Vegeta... it's you." she whispered. She grinned as she stared at his obvious erection. "It has been a while."

He crossed his arms over his chest boldly. "Not really."

She got up, blood dripping from the deep cuts she had inflicted on her wrists. "You like to hit on young girls, or something?"

He stared down at his hard on. "No, but... you make an exception."

"I see." she whispered. She walked towards him, and sat on his lap, just like when she was a child, but her intentions were far more naughtier, than innocent. He gritted his teeth when she rubbed on his saiyanhood. "A man of little words, I see." she murmured. "Eh... Prince Vegeta?"

"You're quite bold, woman." he stated, grabbing her waist, increasing her speed. "You're-so-young-yet-you-know-how-to-please-a-man." he said through grunts. She pressed her lips on his slightly parted ones, and plunged her tongue into his mouth, rimming his teeth deliciously. He kissed her back hungrily, and forced her down on the ground, placing a hand on the back of her head, and the other grasping her breast. Gently he removed her bra, and suckled on the erected nipple, causing her to moan warily.

"Woman... ungh... you're so... ungh... perfect..." he grunted, as her hand masturbated him thoroughly. He removed his spandex right above her, slowly taking his time, teasing her, and when he was completely naked, Bulma slid down under him in one swift movement, and took his swollen cock into her mouth. He gasped as her tongue danced over, and down his erection, and now he turned onto his back, so she could have easy access to him, and she crept in between his legs, lapping him deliciously.

When he finally came to orgasm, it felt as though thousand butterflies was shooting out of his penis, and she swallowed his seed greedily, licking her lips clean as some of it leaked out of her lips. He breathed down her neck, and ran his fingers through her hair, as though thanking her for such an act. She smiled, and rested her body against his. "Saiyan Prince... you taste so delicious."

"I've been told that many times, and I never get tired of hearing that." he whispered, pressing her head further against his chest. "Just... promise me one thing."

"And what is that, Prince Vegeta?" she said, lifting her head to meet his eyes.

"You will never, and I repeat... you will never do this to any other living man... but me... understood?"

"Hai." she replied, kissing him boldly, and he could taste his essence on her lips. She, and her bedroom vanished into thin air, and everything was becoming a black mass. There was a rip into the blackness, and Vegeta was being sucked into.

"What... the... fuck?"

The blackness surrounded every inch of his body, enveloping him, until he disappeared completely into it.

Vegeta woke up with a start, his fingers clutching the blankets. That was some crazy ass nightmare, he thought, as he sat up.

He rubbed his eyes, and when he shifted from his position, he felt a warm stickiness between his legs. He needed to change into different clothes, he decided. That dream had gotten him wet. He shook his head, checking if Bulma was alright, but she wasn't there anymore. There was an empty space beside him.

"Mmmn... and I was expecting to get a little reward from you... pity..." He closed his eyes, remembering the dirty dream with her. "If I find you with some other male... If someone has you before me... I'm make sure I'll rip his throat out.... no one, and I mean... NO ONE will have you before me!!!"

He paused, and felt a certain warmness on his cheeks. "What the... hell am I saying? I must be in over my head. Damn it... I won't allow this... I won't allow it!!!"

Bulma ran through the hallways, not even bothering to apologize to the people she was crashing into. She was becoming more frantic by the second, and her hair stood up on ends, just like Vegeta's hair did when he was in complete rage.

"Ugh... where did I put it?! I can't believe I... misplaced that thing!!! Oh... if Radditz finds out... he's gonna kill me!!! Or maybe I could ask him for another one... ugh... damn it!!! Where did I put my cell phone!!!!???? UGH!! WHY OH WHY ME!!??!!"

"Look out!!!"

"Huh?"

Not even having time to blink, she collided with something that felt oddly like a stone brick wall, and she fell to the ground, falling head fist, and passed out as her head came in contact with the ground with a heavy force.

One minute, two minutes... thirty minutes... lord knows how many minutes passed by, and when she woke up, she felt a strong hand stroking the back of her head, and warm breath on her face. Was this heaven? Or was this hell??

She blinked slowly, and tried to focus where she was. "W-where am I?"

She saw the outline of somebody. But from what she could see, he had rich white blonde hair, with silver streaks running through, and his eyes were a dark ebony black... just like Vegeta's eyes... except, there was a certain brightness to it... he looked... so beautiful.

"Are you alright?" she heard his voice. His voice sent shivers up her spine. His voice was deep, and slightly gravely. It sounded so beautiful!!! Just who was this man!!??

"I... think...so...." she murmured, sitting up. She rubbed her eyes, and her vision was 20/20 again.

"That's a good sign. Are you well enough to stand up? You had a minor concussion, I shall help you."

Strong arms lifted her off the ground, and he held her safely by his chest. She could feel his muscles under her, and they felt wonderful against her. "Take it easy. I'm holding you now, I won't let you fall." he whispered.

Her legs wobbled, and she straightened herself so that she wouldn't fall. He moved away from her, giving her space, so that she was at arms length from him. "Oh... uh... umm... hi..." she said. Her mouth felt so dry, she had lost the ability to speak.

He smiled at her. "Well hello there, pretty lady." he moved his face closer to hers, she thought he was going to kiss her. "Can you see me?"

She gulped. "Y...yes, pretty hot-- I mean, pretty fine, thank-you"

"Good, good... is your breathing alright?"

She inhaled, and then exhaled. "Yeah." she replied.

"Good. Can you walk? Or I can just carry you myself to the infirmary--"

"No, I don't wanna go back there!!" she shouted, waving her arms about frantically.

He frowned. "Hmmm... I guess you're right. Besides, you aren't in need of serious medical assistance. You just need to rest a while, and you'll feel better." He placed his hand over her chest, closing his eyes for a second. "Your heart is working fine also, except--"

"What?" she panted.

"Your heart is beating really fast. Do you have hypertension? High Blood Pressure?"

She shook her head. "No, my heart is fine. I exercise, and eat lots of vegetables everyday!!" The only reason why my heart is beating so fast is because you're so god damn sexy.

"Oh, good. Good, good." He moved away from her, and relaxed against the wall. "I am Lucerfus by the way." His lips curved up into a smirk that slightly resembled Vegeta's... without the malice of coarse.

"Lucerfus." she whispered. "Oh... I'm Bulma."

"Bulma." he mouthed her name. "It fits perfectly with you. You are very beautiful." he complimented her.

Her hair stood up on ends again. "Oh, you're... being too modest." she blushed.

He grinned. "No, seriously. You are... a gorgeous being. You are human, right?"

She nodded. "Yes." She dusted her skirt, and glanced at what he was wearing. He had on a white kimono, and all of his chest was exposed for her to see.

"Thank-you Lucerfus." Bulma said shyly.

He laughed. "Why are you thanking me? It's my fault you're hurt!"

"Well... I shouldn't have been running...It's my fault."

"Well... we're both even. Let's leave it at that, alright?"

She nodded. "Okay."

He grinned, and checked his watch. "Uh-oh... well I better get going, Bulma. I have business elsewhere. But if you want... I could take you back to your domain." he offered.

"O-okay."

They walked shoulder to shoulder, and every time she glanced at him, she blushed furiously. Who is this man? Why have I never seen him around before? He's so... different from all the other Saiyans. He's kind, and gentle... and he... he really is respectful. If only... Vegeta were like him. But I know that will never happen. Vegeta is just too proud to admit his feelings to anything.

"Feeling better?" he asked, striding beside her. She stared at her feet, her eyes half lidded. "Yeah... I guess all this walking is helping me feel better." said Bulma.

"It must be. Fresh oxygen is now flowing throughout your body, and brain. I'm glad you feel better."

They walked slowly, and quietly through the hallway, she wished this walk will never end. "So... Mr. Lucerfus--"

"Lucerfus... just call me Lucerfus." he mumbled shyly. "Or Lucer for short."

"Lucer." she repeated, and smiled. "What do you do around here?"

"I am a cook."

"Oh wow! You can cook??"

"Ever since I was five. I always watched my mom cook, and soon I started making my own dishes."

This man can cook, he's respectful, he's kind, smart, talented... what a man!!! "That's wonderful!!" she awed.

He turned away shyly, blushing slightly. "It's not much. Besides, I'm not such a big hit here anyway. Many of my companions don't like me because of the way my body is built, and the color of my hair."

She suddenly understood how he felt. "That's awful."

"But I don't let that put me down. There are things far more important than moping around for being different. In fact... I like being different."

They stayed quiet form a long while, and when they had finally reached Vegeta's place, they stopped by the door, and Bulma felt the sudden urge to not go in there, run away, and get married to Lucerfus. "Thank-you for coming along with me."

"No problem." he paused. "Say... how would you like it If I... made you something for dinner?"

"Really? That would be... wonderful!!" she shouted, eyes glimmering. "I really want to taste your food!"

"Excellent. Eight o'clock, perhaps?"

"Eight is fine."

"Good. I will pick you up at eight o'clock."

Without even warning her, he bent down, and placed a kiss on her reddening cheeks. The kiss was long, and profound. When the kiss ended, he backed away, straightening up, and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I shall see you at eight."

Dazedly, and hypnotized, she lifted her hand to her cheek, as though she could feel his lips imprinted on her skin. She was so shocked an amazed by his actions, she didn't even realize that Lucerfus was gone. "Calm down girl... it was only a kiss... a friendly kiss... oh what am I saying?? He's drop dead gorgeous!"

She opened the door quickly with shaking hands, and when she went inside, she locked the door behind her, and leaned into it, breathing heavily, as though she had ran entire marathon in a couple of minutes. She had never felt so.. enticed before...and with just one lousy stupid kiss!!! "Calm down girl, calm down..." she told herself, feeling her heart beat rapidly in her ribcage.

Straightening up, she drew in a couple of breaths, and when she opened her eyes, she was confronted my a very wet, and naked Saiyan Prince.

"GAH!!!" she shouted, and covered her eyes with her hands. "Vegeta!! What the hell... PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!!"

He looked down with a satisfactory grin. "I didn't think you would come in." he said.

"Okay, whatever so... just go, and put some clothes on!!!" she shouted, feeling her cheeks redden with impatience, and embarrassment.

He crossed his arms, and stared at her with a confuse stare. "Why are you acting so weird all of a sudden?? Haven't you seen a naked man before?"

She turned around, so that her back was facing him. "No, and if you want to laugh, I don't care!!!" She narrowed her eyes, expecting to hear him roar in laughter, but instead, she felt strong arms around her hips, and to her horror, felt his arousal brush against her upper thigh.

"I'm not going to laugh, silly woman." he whispered in her ear, and nipped the soft flesh with his teeth.

"Vegeta, cut that out... It's freaking me out." she whispered, though her body was getting excited by his actions.

He sighed, and slowly removed himself from her. "Whatever. I’m going to the gravity room again." he walked back into the bedroom, and she knew he was changing into his spandex.

"How long are you going to stay in there?!?" she shouted.

"Perhaps all day... maybe longer... I don't know." he said, also raising his voice. She paced back and forth, biting her nails nervously. "Why ask?"

"That's all you ever do, Vegeta-chan. I'm worried for you."

Vegeta stepped out, already dressed up, and he sat down on the couch to put his boots on. "Worried about what??" he snapped.

"I'm worried about your health. You shouldn't be over exerting yourself so much... you could die!!!"

He let out an exasperated sigh.

"Vegeta... I don't know what I'll do if you die..." she mumbled, and sat next to him. Smiling weakly, she put her arms around him. He shifted uncomfortably under her embrace. She frowned at him because she knew he was ignoring her.

She smirked at him, and kissed him softly in the sensitive area in his neck. "Vegeta... if you show up tomorrow morning, maybe I can... entertain you with a nice hot bath." she kissed him again, and blew there softly, making him shiver beneath her.

"Fine, woman." his voice was rough as gravel. "I expect to see you tomorrow."

"Sure thing." she winked at him.

Chichi woke up slightly erratic, and nauseated a couple of hours later. She had been feeling that way for a week now... and that made her stomach twist in a knot. She didn't want to tell Goku, but... she was late.

A week late. She sat up, holding the covers tight against her, and she heard Goku rouse beside her.

"Something wrong, Chi?" he asked sleepily, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Her mouth was slightly open, and Goku grinned at her from below. "You're hiding something from me, Kakkarot." she whispered slowly. "Sorry, I meant Goku... you know something I don't know." she whispered.

He yawned, and rested his head on her belly. "I don't want you to hate me when I tell you this." he murmured, and kissed along her belly softly.

She was beginning to get seriously worried. "What do you mean by that? Why are you--"

"Do you know why I was asking you those things yesterday?" He sat up, and stroked her bare shoulder. "Chi... please don't get mad... but.... you are expecting."

"Expecting what?" she asked, shrugging.

"You're... I... you're going to have my baby!!" he shouted, grinning stupidly. He waited for her to be happy, and excited, and then make love afterwards, but she just fainted beside him. He lifted an eyebrow in confusion. "Chi? Are you mad?" He snapped his fingers at her, and she woke up abruptly, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I... this... I can't believe you knocked me up you jerk!!!!"

He frowned. "But I thought you--"

"I know what I said!! But... not this soon!! I thought maybe... just maybe five more years, but this!!?? Oh no, I'm too young... what am I gonna do?"

He grabbed her by the shoulders, and made her face him. "Look at me Chi... honestly... what are you so worried about?"

She shook her head. "You... me... this... what if... what if it doesn't work out?"

"I promise you it will... I love you, Chi. I will never do anything to disappoint you..." he cupped her cheek, "Or did you forget what I told you yesterday?" he smirked, licking his lips. "Shall I demonstrate for you again?"

She blushed profusely from the look in his eyes. Naughty... yes, he was being naughty. "I think you should... to refresh my memories." she winked at him. He smirked as he lowered her down the bed, and became one with her again.

He thrust in and out of her, pressing his face into her neck as he came inside her, and he roared slowly. "Remember that you are mines forever..."

"Of coarse... I'll never forget."

"Good."

A/N: any comments? no?? hmmm....