Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You're What?! ❯ Reconciliation ( Chapter 10 )

You're What?! Chapter 10: Reconciliation

Bulma pulled her robe tighter around herself as a gentle breeze blew across the balcony of her master bedroom. The gloriously warm summer nights were quickly fading into the crisp evenings of autumn, and the weather was not completely appealing to be holding a vigil. However, waiting out on the balcony for Vegeta's return, until sheer exhaustion forced Bulma to retreat to her bed, was a habit she had practiced since her mate had left her during Trunks' pregnancy. She could never predict when her brooding prince would return to her, and she hated it when she missed his arrival. Not rain, nor cold weather, would deter Bulma from her watch of the skies, in hopes she may catch a sparkle on the edge of the horizon signaling her husband's return. Although, more times than not, she was never able to stay awake long enough to see his return, Bulma still stubbornly searched the heavens.

The mother-to-be felt a light stirring in her stomach and smiled. She was just recently starting to feel more and more predominant signs of movement from the baby. Soon she would be able to feel actual kicks and movements of the baby. Bulma unconsciously rubbed her stomach, in a maternal gesture all pregnant women made, as though she was attempting to sooth the life that dwelt within her womb. Yawning suddenly, the blue-haired scientist cursed softly to herself. She had forgotten how much energy it took to carry the child of a Saiyan. She didn't know if she would be able to stay outside much longer. Her bed was beckoning to her, and at that moment, Bulma wanted nothing more than to heed that call. Glancing desperately around the sky one last time, Bulma sighed and turned away from her spot on the balcony.

Bulma entered hers and Vegeta's bedroom and slowly shut the huge double French doors behind her, but did not lock them, just in case a certain someone decided to come home. She pulled the heavy, floor-length ivory tapestries across the doors, blotting out the trickle of light that the stars cast upon the room. Not even waiting for her eyes to adjust to the complete darkness that now filled the room, Bulma padded her way on over to her bed. She quickly discarded her robe and kicked off her slippers, before climbing into the huge, four-poster bed. She curled up on Vegeta's side of the bed and sighed once again. It didn't look like Vegeta was going to be back any time tonight. A tear fell down Bulma's cheek and landed upon her husband's pillow. In that moment, Bulma wanted nothing else than to be in Vegeta's arms, everything forgiven and forgotten.

"Oh Vegeta, I'm so sorry." She whispered to the room, almost as though her mate could hear her apology.

"Maybe I am too," a rough voice said from the far corner of the room. Bulma sat straight up in bed, her hand going to her chest in a vain attempt to still the rapid beat of her heart after receiving such a shock.

"Vegeta?" Bulma managed to squeak out. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and was about to turn on the lamp situated on the nightstand, when a hand reached out and took her hand.

"Who else would you be expecting in our bedroom?" The Saiyan Prince said, light amusement could be heard in his voice. He had cleaned up on the other side of the compound after his excursion into the desert and was now dressed in a pair of his favorite sweat pants from the Gravity Room and a plain white tank top.

"Oh, I don't know, perhaps the devastating handsome man I call upon whenever you are not around." Bulma quipped back, recovering from her initial shock of Vegeta's arrival.

"Well, now I know you are lying." Vegeta responded deadpan. "There is no one as devastatingly handsome as me." He then sat down on the bed next to his wife, her hand still held in his own. Bulma shifted slightly so that she was looking at her mate, taking her free hand, she placed it along side his face.

"Vegeta. I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to get so angry with you. You did nothing wrong, you were just trying to help me and I treated you so badly!" She sighed and lowered her head. Taking a deep breath, she looked back up and directly into Vegeta's eyes. "I am so happy that you are here. I don't think you will ever know just how much I appreciate your presence during this. I know I have been difficult lately. I'll try and control my emotions better, I really will. I love you Vegeta," and before he could react, Bulma threw her arms around her husband and held onto him as tightly as she could. Slowly, Vegeta slipped one arm around his lover's waist and pulled her closer. She was intoxicating; she always had been to him and thus, he could endure her embrace. Normally, Vegeta did not like to hug, but for now he would allow it. Besides, it was actually quite nice.

"I accept your apology." Vegeta whispered into her hair. He then pulled back slightly, his classic smirk gracing his face. "But, do not expect an apology in return." Bulma looked up at her husband with an almost confused expression before a smile spread across her face and she started laughing. She once again pressed herself against her mate and continued laughing. Vegeta knew it was a release of nervous tension on her part, but he couldn't help but let out a light chuckle at her reaction. Bulma wiped away a tear that had escaped during her laughter and glanced up at Vegeta's face.

"You know what is so funny?" Bulma asked between her subsiding giggles. Realizing the question to be rhetorical, Vegeta didn't respond and sure enough, Bulma continued talking. "I think this is the first time that you haven't had to apologize for something." She then paused and let out a small laugh. "If you could ever say that you do apologize. I don't think you have ever said that you are sorry, but that's ok. I know." Before she could say anymore, Vegeta placed a finger to her lips silencing her.

"Bulma, you are rambling." Vegeta stated. He had always thought that her inability to stay quiet was her biggest flaw. When he first moved here, he truly thought he would kill the woman. She just never knew when to shut up. Luckily, he had learned to live with her chattiness. Bulma looked over at her husband and bit her lower lip, a sure sign of nervousness. Vegeta raised his eyes to the ceiling and suppressed the urge to sigh. "Bulma, I'm not mad. Not anymore, so stop worrying about it."

"I know. But I still feel so bad. It wasn't until you were gone that I realized how horrible I was to you. I also started thinking about what I would do if you didn't come back. Now wait," Bulma said, holding up a hand when she saw that Vegeta was going to interrupt her, "I am not saying that I truly believed you would abandon me forever. But just the thought alone is beyond terrifying. I just want to be sure you know how much you mean to me, Vegeta. I know I may say it a lot, but I know words can be empty. I guess I worry that I don't show you enough." Bulma quickly scowled as she saw Vegeta's eyebrow arc at her confession and he stared at her as though she was crazy. They stayed that way for a few moments.

"Stop looking at me like that. It's unnerving." At the sound of her voice, the Saiyan monarch seemed to snap back to reality and his face went back to its normal stoniness. Continuing to look at his mate, Vegeta slowly gave into the smirk that was tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Woman," he began, knowing it would get a rise out of his mate, "for someone who is supposedly so incredibly intelligent as you are, you make some of the most foolish deductions."

"What?" She practically screeched, totally caught off guard by the sudden insult, especially when she had just poured her heart out to Vegeta. "Where did that comment come from?" Bulma snapped, trying very hard to control her temper. She didn't want an encore of that afternoon's fight. Vegeta, on the other hand, only let his smirk widen into an almost smile: almost. Even after all these years, Vegeta found nothing more attractive than his mate. He thought her even more alluring when she was slightly angry: her cheeks would take on a rosy blush, her eyes would darken and come alive with an inner fire, and her breaths would quicken, causing her chest to rise and fall rather enticingly. Vegeta slowly let the smirk fall from his face, he couldn't be having such thoughts just yet. He needed to finish up this blasted conversation first; stupid humans and their infernal need to "talk" things through.

"I said what I meant Bulma. You make lousy assumptions. To think, you actually sit around and worry about whether or not I question your feelings for me. It is rather laughable. I have never once doubted what you felt for me. I have never felt threatened by another, nor have I worried that you may be losing your," he paused, trying to determine how he could finish this sentence without having to use the word love, "fondness toward me. If anything, one would think you would be the one doubting me. I don't participate in all of your ridiculous human shows of affection, so if that is how you judge if a mate loves you, then I would definitely fail." Vegeta finished flippantly, not believing for a moment that Bulma doubted his love of her. He was just trying to make a point.

Luckily, despite her lack of common sense at times, Bulma's intelligence quickly grasped the point he was delivering to her. Although they might both show it in different ways, they both loved each other and nothing was going to change that. Since they both knew of each other's undying devotion to the other, there was no need for Bulma to worry herself over such things again. Bulma smiled lightly at her husband's cryptic message and she suddenly sprang forward. In one of the rare moments Vegeta was ever off guard, the prince found himself practically tackled as his wife threw her arms around him and kissed him, pushing them both down onto the bed. She then pulled back and did something Vegeta hated: she kissed the tip of his nose. Despite the low growl he let out, Bulma laughed and hugged her husband tighter.

"I love you Vegeta." She whispered and let out a content sigh as she rested her head in the crook of Vegeta's neck.

"I guess I can tolerate you." Vegeta responded while stroking his wife's hair. Bulma shifted her position and propped herself up on one elbow. Looking down at her husband as he lay flat on his back, the blue-haired beauty rolled her eyes.

"Someday monkey-boy, you are going to say you love me. I know it." She said with conviction, one of her fingers going to lightly poke Vegeta in the chest. Vegeta took the offending hand and placed it over his heart.

"I wouldn't bet my life on that."

"Oh, I think I would my prince. I think I would indeed." Bulma smirked before leaning down and kissing her husband lightly on the lips.

"Whatever you say, Bulma." Vegeta answered in a distracted voice. He was done talking. It was time to move on to the best part of making up. Pulling his mate toward him and carefully rolling her over so she was on her back and he was above her, Vegeta kissed Bulma and then began to lightly trail kisses down her neck. Bulma moaned and arched her back slightly as Vegeta's hands started to roam over her body. Following suit, Bulma nipped and kissed Vegeta's neck as she worked feverishly at pulling up his tank top so that she could at least run her hands up his bare back and chest. Catching on to his mate's struggles, Vegeta pulled away for but a moment and removed the hindrance before capturing her lips in another searing kiss.

Breaking away once again, Vegeta skimmed his hands down the sides of Bulma's body and came to rest at the lace-trimmed bottom of her silk nightgown. Knowing that there would be hell to pay if he ripped the fragile garment, Vegeta waited as his mate raised her arms, permitting him to slide it off. Now Vegeta allowed himself to smirk as he looked down at his almost naked mate. Vegeta placed both his hands on Bulma's thighs and slowly drew them up her body and leaned back down for a kiss. Once again, Bulma ran her hands up her mates back, than ran her nails lightly back on down.

Vegeta was kissing his way back down Bulma's neck, fully intending on moving to his wife's breasts, when Bulma let out a gasp. Normally, Vegeta would revel in the sound of Bulma gasping at his ministrations; however, this was not a gasp he had ever heard her make during their foreplay or lovemaking, this was a gasp of surprise. Immediately, Vegeta stopped what he was doing and looked up at his mate.

"What's wrong? Are you ok?" Vegeta asked, his voice holding none of the worry he had felt jolt through him at the sound of his mate's gasp. Needless to say, his first thoughts were that something was happening with the baby. Even though he wasn't there for the majority of her pregnancy with Trunks, he knew she had a difficult time carrying his son. Although he would never admit it to anyone but himself, he was worried about her health. It was something that was always at the back of his mind and would remain there until this brat was born. Any fears he had, suddenly vanished as he gazed on his wife's face. A goofy grin had spread across her face and her eyes were sparkling with joy and wonderment.

"Nothing is wrong." Bulma exclaimed breathlessly, both her hands shooting to rest on her stomach. "I just felt the baby move! I was beginning to get worried that I hadn't felt the baby yet, but I definitely just felt movement. Here!" She said excitedly as she grabbed Vegeta's hand placed it over her rounding stomach. A few moments passed and nothing happened. Bulma's smile fell away and a look of pure disappointment graced her features. She let go of Vegeta's hand and let both of her arms fall the her sides. She now let out a dejected sigh and looked up at her mate with sad eyes. Inwardly, Vegeta cursed. The brat wasn't even born yet, and it was already depriving him of sex. He could tell by Bulma's demeanor that there would be no way he would be getting lucky any time soon. Perhaps she would be up for an early morning romp. He could always hope.

"Oh Vegeta, I'm sorry." Bulma began, her bottom lip slightly sticking out in a small pout. Vegeta smirked, maybe he had given up to soon. If she was truly sorry for the interruption to their foreplay, then he could probably seduce her back into the mood. However, those happy thoughts were quickly dashed as Bulma continued. "I really wanted to you feel the baby move. Maybe he or she will move again real soon. Wouldn't that be great?" She asked enthusiastically.

"Sure," Vegeta replied, at a loss for what to do or say. Seeing both her husband's frustration and confusion, Bulma smiled sympathetically.

"Here Vegeta," she said softly while patting the bed next to her. "Just lie with me, ok?" Having no other choice, Vegeta complied. Almost immediately, Bulma had one of his hands and was placing it on her belly. "We can just lie here for a little while and see if the baby decides to move again. Trust me, it will be worth it." She then leaned over and kissed her mate on the cheek before whispering in his ear, "we'll pick up where we left off later. Don't think I'm letting you off that easy."

Now content that his fun wasn't going to be totally compromised, Vegeta settled back against the pillows and focused on his mate's stomach. More specifically, he focused on the little terror she carried with in her. The ki was strong, but definitely settled. He doubted the little one was going to be moving any time soon. He wasn't too concerned about it. Vegeta was certain there would be plenty of times in the future to feel the movement of the baby from within its mother's womb. Focusing on the ki one last time, Vegeta couldn't help but smirk. The baby's ki was definitely strong and definitely something else Vegeta had never really contemplated. It was now his turn to have a sharp intake of breath. Bulma's head snapped over to look at her mate.

"What?" She asked confused as to what could be bothering him. Vegeta didn't answer at first, he concentrated harder on the baby's ki to make sure he was correct. Noticing her husband's concentration and his lack of an answer, fear started to overtake Bulma now. "What?" She asked again, this time with a more hysterical edge to it.

"I know the sex of the baby." Vegeta finally blurted out. Right after the words left his mouth he received a smack to the side of his head.

"Don't scare me like that! I thought something was wrong with the baby." Bulma began scolding her husband before Vegeta's remark fully caught up with her. "Wait, did you just say that you know the sex of the baby? You know if it is a boy or a girl?" Vegeta just stared up at the ceiling and nodded. "Well?" Bulma screeched with barely controlled excitement.

"It's a girl."

"A girl! Oh I have always wanted a little girl!" She exclaimed and rolled onto her side to embrace her still shocked husband. Bulma continued to ramble on about the wonders of having a daughter, but Vegeta tuned her out. This was very unexpected to the Saiyan Prince, in fact he hadn't even thought of it as a possibility. Female Saiyans were not born to the royal family, only males. There had never, never been a Saiyan Princess. How was he supposed to raise a girl? Hell, he barely knew how to raise a son, although he'd like to think he was getting better over time. Well, this would be interesting, to say the least. He had been hoping to be a better parent this time around, now he wasn't so sure he could accomplish that task. Aside from Bulma, Vegeta had no experience in the behaviors of the female species. Could he even train a girl? Would she want to be trained? Would she look like her mother? That thought stopped all of Vegeta's other thoughts. Of course she would be beautiful and that just opened up a whole other can of worms. In time, he would have to deal with other men wanting his daughter. Oh, he would be damned if anyone ever laid their paws on her!

Vegeta attempted to calm himself down. He was getting way to far ahead of himself. Blasting young would-be suitors would not be happening any time soon. He just needed to focus on the here and now, and for now, everything was good. He was here with his mate, his baby, no his princess, was healthy, and he would make the best of it. He may not know too much about raising a daughter, but he would give it his best shot. With that settled, he finally tuned back into what Bulma was saying.

"So, how does that sound Vegeta?" She was just asking as he started listening.

"That sounds fine," Vegeta responded without missing a beat, not wanting to appear like he had not been listening to her the whole time.

"Really?" Bulma said in surprise. At that reaction from his wife, Vegeta had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had just agreed to something that Bulma had not expected him to agree to. Wonderful. "Oh I am so glad. We will have so much fun going shopping for the baby tomorrow! Now we can start picking out cute little dresses and bonnets and shoes! Thank you Vegeta!" She then kissed him on the cheek once again before snuggling into his side and closing her eyes, a sure sign that she was going to sleep before Vegeta could change his mind.

Waiting until his mate was asleep, Vegeta let out a low groan. This night had definitely not gone according to plan. He didn't get any sex, he found out his baby was a girl, and to top it all off he inadvertently got roped into going baby shopping. Perfect. This night just kept getting better and better. Too bad tomorrow didn't look like it was going to get any better. Well, at least his mate was asleep and nothing else could happen. Vegeta looked up at the ceiling and sighed. It was official. Someone up there definitely hated him, or at least liked seeing him suffer. Shaking his head, the father-to-be slipped an arm around his mate and settled down to go to sleep. He might as well get some rest before he faced his doom tomorrow.

Sorry for the delay in the update. I had a slight bout of writer's block. It took a lot of effort to get this chapter written and I still don't think I like it. Oh well, hopefully it isn't too bad and all of you continue reading the story. Some interesting things should be going on next time! Anyway, thanks to all of you who reviewed. I appreciate the responses and I was glad to see that many of you don't find my version of Vegeta to be too OOC. So, lets keep up those reviews. What can I say? I thrive off of feedback, and it is the only way I know if I am doing a good job or if there is anything you guys would like to see! ;)

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