Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You left your mark on me. ❯ Different, Familiar. ( Chapter 23 )
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 210 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 210 | Status: Completed
YOU LEFT YOUR MARK ON ME.
CHAPTER 23 – Different, Familiar.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.
This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
Bulma had been busying herself with various things. First she told her mother that she was going to have a baby. They spent hours upon hours planning for the child to come colors of the room, toys, outfits… You name it they did it, talked about it, or thought about it. Bunny, her mother, didn't even bother to ask about the baby's paternity. She was excited to finally have a grandchild or one on the way.
Later she went down to the lab and helped her father with various projects. They talked very little about Vegeta, but her father was a bit concerned as to him being involved with his daughter. He often fussed at her about overexerting herself and he looked as if he were a spotter in a gym every time she moved from project to project. "Come on, Dad! I'm not that pregnant!"
"I'm sorry dear, but it's not just your safety I'm concerned about-" Dr. Briefs began.
"Yeah, yeah. The baby…" Bulma replied in a sarcastic moan.
"No, darling, that's not it. I'm worried what will happen to me if anything happens to you. You mother was protective of you before, but now she would most likely kill me!" The Dr. closed his eyes and laughed at his own comment. His unlit cigarette bounced with his mouth's movements.
She smiled back at her sire and left him there alone to give him hopefully some peace of mind. She walked through the kitchen door to see her mother cooking lunch so she sat at the island so she could watch her mother work. Bulma was so bored, but she was also tired. She laid her head on the table top and soon found herself in a light sleep.
Vegeta walked into the kitchen because his internal clock aka stomach told him it was lunchtime and that the woman's mother would be serving it soon. As he entered the roomy kitchen his eyes locked on Bulma's sleeping for flopped uncomfortably atop the island. He scoffed lightly as he took her in and moved to stand beside her almost in a silent vigil of protection.
"Vegeta, would you like some lu-" Bunny began.
She was suddenly silence by Vegeta's glaring eyes and his index finger was pressed against his lips in a mute request for silence. He quietly lent down and picked up his limp woman hugging her to his chest. Bunny snickered at the cutest sight she had seen ever unfolded before her. "I'll fix her something for her for later if she gets hungry." Bunny whispered as Vegeta carried his mate up the stairs to 'their' room.
Bulma woke up and the sky was now dark. She heard the shower shut off and a very naked saiyan step out of her bathroom. Her mouth hung open at the site. "Woman, stop your gaping. It's nothing that you haven't seen before." He sneered playfully.
"Yeah, but it's not a site I think I'll ever tire from." She smirked as he sauntered over to her. Her eyes grew larger and were fixed on the dangling organ that hung proudly between his thighs as it bounced with each step. "No, never tire-*Yawn*"
He crawled lithely onto the bed and began removing her clothing. "Never tire, hmm?"
"Uh-uh" She said sleepily.
"Are you sure?" He taunted her in a sultry voice. He knew she would pass out at any moment.
"Def*Yaaaaawwwnnn*finitely. Why am I sooo tired?" She groaned tiredly.
After all her clothes were gone he tucked the blankets around them and pulled her gently onto his chest. "The child has become stronger than you and he is half saiyan after all and you have barely eaten and the work you did today depleted your reserve energy. Aren't you the genius?" He mildly chided her.
"Hey! I thought you-we… you know…" She stuttered halfway coherently.
"Not tonight woman. Sleep now." He whispered into her ear. She stilled her actions and snuggled into him and within minutes was asleep.
"Silly, woman. What am I going to do with you?" He said to Bulma as she slept.
He laid his head back against the plush pillow. He still hadn't gotten used to such comfort. He had lived a soldier's life a long time. Things like plush, soft, and comfortable hardly fit into that lifestyle. Everything accessible to him was out of bare necessity only. Yes, the saiyan prince's once brutal life as a tyrants slave was over. Had his life really changed so drastically because of her? He knew that on the inside he was changed forever and it was because of her.
"You've left your mark on me, Bulma." He whispered into the blue haired woman's hair causing her to snuggle closer into him. Her hypnotic breaths lulled him into a peaceful slumber.
Bulma was sitting outside on the patio reading and soaking up the sun. Every now and then she would look up and see Vegeta performing his katas on the lawn in the garden not far away. For the past few days since she discovered that the child was growing too strong for her body to keep up, he had been hovering making sure that she ate and rested adequately. I was a weird change from the Vegeta that would blow a person's head off for the fun of it. She caught him watching her a time or two out of the corner of his eye as if to keep tabs to make certain she was alright. She smiled every time she saw him look her way and try to make it look as if he were changing up his routine. "You know you're not going to get much training done out here? Why don't you use the gravity simulator in the ship my dad built? I think that would benefit you better."
"That's a great idea… except there's this baka woman I know doesn't know how to care for herself properly. I have to make sure she performs the most basic of tasks such as eating so that she doesn't keel over." Vegeta baited his mate knowing she would take him up on the challenge.
"Is that so? Well, maybe if a baka saiyan didn't enjoy knocking her up so much, she would be in this position!" She snapped as her eyes narrowed at her lover.
"I don't recall you ever complaining." He sneered at her as he leered at her seductively.
"Well… You got me there. I can't argue that point." She paused briefly after the delivery of her first word and the continued smiling cheekily. She chuckled lightly at his shocked expression thinking it was something she had said.
His expression didn't change for several moments and it concerned her. "Vegeta? Are you-"
"No, it can't be him." Vegeta said gravely in quieted and strangled tones. The look of worry was deeply etched in his face.
"Wha-Who!" Bulma questioned her mate. He was scaring her with his behavior and the lack of input he was giving her as to what would vex him so.
"Frieza!"
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CHAPTER 23 – Different, Familiar.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.
This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
Bulma had been busying herself with various things. First she told her mother that she was going to have a baby. They spent hours upon hours planning for the child to come colors of the room, toys, outfits… You name it they did it, talked about it, or thought about it. Bunny, her mother, didn't even bother to ask about the baby's paternity. She was excited to finally have a grandchild or one on the way.
Later she went down to the lab and helped her father with various projects. They talked very little about Vegeta, but her father was a bit concerned as to him being involved with his daughter. He often fussed at her about overexerting herself and he looked as if he were a spotter in a gym every time she moved from project to project. "Come on, Dad! I'm not that pregnant!"
"I'm sorry dear, but it's not just your safety I'm concerned about-" Dr. Briefs began.
"Yeah, yeah. The baby…" Bulma replied in a sarcastic moan.
"No, darling, that's not it. I'm worried what will happen to me if anything happens to you. You mother was protective of you before, but now she would most likely kill me!" The Dr. closed his eyes and laughed at his own comment. His unlit cigarette bounced with his mouth's movements.
She smiled back at her sire and left him there alone to give him hopefully some peace of mind. She walked through the kitchen door to see her mother cooking lunch so she sat at the island so she could watch her mother work. Bulma was so bored, but she was also tired. She laid her head on the table top and soon found herself in a light sleep.
Vegeta walked into the kitchen because his internal clock aka stomach told him it was lunchtime and that the woman's mother would be serving it soon. As he entered the roomy kitchen his eyes locked on Bulma's sleeping for flopped uncomfortably atop the island. He scoffed lightly as he took her in and moved to stand beside her almost in a silent vigil of protection.
"Vegeta, would you like some lu-" Bunny began.
She was suddenly silence by Vegeta's glaring eyes and his index finger was pressed against his lips in a mute request for silence. He quietly lent down and picked up his limp woman hugging her to his chest. Bunny snickered at the cutest sight she had seen ever unfolded before her. "I'll fix her something for her for later if she gets hungry." Bunny whispered as Vegeta carried his mate up the stairs to 'their' room.
Bulma woke up and the sky was now dark. She heard the shower shut off and a very naked saiyan step out of her bathroom. Her mouth hung open at the site. "Woman, stop your gaping. It's nothing that you haven't seen before." He sneered playfully.
"Yeah, but it's not a site I think I'll ever tire from." She smirked as he sauntered over to her. Her eyes grew larger and were fixed on the dangling organ that hung proudly between his thighs as it bounced with each step. "No, never tire-*Yawn*"
He crawled lithely onto the bed and began removing her clothing. "Never tire, hmm?"
"Uh-uh" She said sleepily.
"Are you sure?" He taunted her in a sultry voice. He knew she would pass out at any moment.
"Def*Yaaaaawwwnnn*finitely. Why am I sooo tired?" She groaned tiredly.
After all her clothes were gone he tucked the blankets around them and pulled her gently onto his chest. "The child has become stronger than you and he is half saiyan after all and you have barely eaten and the work you did today depleted your reserve energy. Aren't you the genius?" He mildly chided her.
"Hey! I thought you-we… you know…" She stuttered halfway coherently.
"Not tonight woman. Sleep now." He whispered into her ear. She stilled her actions and snuggled into him and within minutes was asleep.
"Silly, woman. What am I going to do with you?" He said to Bulma as she slept.
He laid his head back against the plush pillow. He still hadn't gotten used to such comfort. He had lived a soldier's life a long time. Things like plush, soft, and comfortable hardly fit into that lifestyle. Everything accessible to him was out of bare necessity only. Yes, the saiyan prince's once brutal life as a tyrants slave was over. Had his life really changed so drastically because of her? He knew that on the inside he was changed forever and it was because of her.
"You've left your mark on me, Bulma." He whispered into the blue haired woman's hair causing her to snuggle closer into him. Her hypnotic breaths lulled him into a peaceful slumber.
Bulma was sitting outside on the patio reading and soaking up the sun. Every now and then she would look up and see Vegeta performing his katas on the lawn in the garden not far away. For the past few days since she discovered that the child was growing too strong for her body to keep up, he had been hovering making sure that she ate and rested adequately. I was a weird change from the Vegeta that would blow a person's head off for the fun of it. She caught him watching her a time or two out of the corner of his eye as if to keep tabs to make certain she was alright. She smiled every time she saw him look her way and try to make it look as if he were changing up his routine. "You know you're not going to get much training done out here? Why don't you use the gravity simulator in the ship my dad built? I think that would benefit you better."
"That's a great idea… except there's this baka woman I know doesn't know how to care for herself properly. I have to make sure she performs the most basic of tasks such as eating so that she doesn't keel over." Vegeta baited his mate knowing she would take him up on the challenge.
"Is that so? Well, maybe if a baka saiyan didn't enjoy knocking her up so much, she would be in this position!" She snapped as her eyes narrowed at her lover.
"I don't recall you ever complaining." He sneered at her as he leered at her seductively.
"Well… You got me there. I can't argue that point." She paused briefly after the delivery of her first word and the continued smiling cheekily. She chuckled lightly at his shocked expression thinking it was something she had said.
His expression didn't change for several moments and it concerned her. "Vegeta? Are you-"
"No, it can't be him." Vegeta said gravely in quieted and strangled tones. The look of worry was deeply etched in his face.
"Wha-Who!" Bulma questioned her mate. He was scaring her with his behavior and the lack of input he was giving her as to what would vex him so.
"Frieza!"
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