One - Written by PhantomScribe72
Vegeta stood up slowly and wiped the blood from his chin. The blow had come out of nowhere. His opponent had taken him completely by surprise.
“You shouldn't have done that,” Vegeta snarled. “I was taking it easy on you, but now I'm afraid I'm going to have to hurt you.”
“Bring it on old man,” the young warrior said. “I was wondering if you were ever going to bother to get it the game.”
Vegeta screamed with outrage and fired a ki blast directly at the boy's head. The blast made a direct hit and the enemy fell over backwards.
“Ready to give up yet?” Vegeta asked.
“Not a chance,” Gohan said getting up and trying to clear his head “It's about time you decided to show up.”
“You insolent little brat,” Vegeta said preparing another ki blast. “I'll show you show up.”
“Do you think they'll kill one another?” Chi Chi asked worriedly. She and Bulma were sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea and discussing the upcoming birth of Chi Chi's baby.
“Of course not,” Bulma said, pouring her friend another cup of tea. “They're just having a little fun. Stop worrying so much.”
“Well,” Chi Chi said distractedly, “it's just that I think Gohan is wasting his time with these sparing matches with Vegeta. He should be at home studying. Plus, how can I help but worry...after all, it's Vegeta that's in that gravity room with him.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Bulma asked angrily. “Are you insinuating that Vegeta would deliberately hurt Gohan?”
“Oh please, Bulma,” Chi Chi said rolling her eyes. “Vegeta barely manages to contain himself most days. I know that you are hopelessly in love with him, but be realistic. On some level, Vegeta will always be a danger to others...especially my family.”
“You couldn't be more wrong about him,” Bulma defended. “He's changed a great deal.”
Chi Chi sighed and patted her friend's hand. “I'm not disputing that, Bulma. I'm just saying that there is still a great deal of anger buried within him. It may never rise to the surface...but it could. All I'm saying is that you should prepare yourself for that possibility.”
“You're wrong, Chi Chi,” Bulma said quietly. “Vegeta can control his emotions. He's not a danger to your family anymore.”
“I hope you're right,” Chi Chi sighed, “for all of our sakes.”
Bulma sighed in relief and quietly tiptoed out of the nursery. It had been a long day. Trunks had been fussy all afternoon. She didn't think he was ever going to take a nap. He had screamed for what felt like hours before finally exhausting himself and falling asleep.
She silently shut the nursery door and crossed the hall to her bedroom. She was tired herself, so she decided to take a nap before dinner. She walked into the room and stripped down to her bra and panties. She crawled onto the bed and closed her eyes.
“A little early for bed time isn't it?” Vegeta smirked.
Bulma sat up with a start. “What are you doing in here?” she asked with surprise. “I thought you were still in the gravity room.”
Vegeta walked over to the bed and crawled on top of her. “I finished beating the snot out of Gohan hours ago. I decided to come in here and see if you wanted to spar a little.” He said as he lowered his mouth to her breasts.
Bulma arched in pleasure. Her hands tangled in his hair as he sucked and licked first one nipple and then the other.
Bulma could always tell when he'd had a particularly good day in the gravity room...success made him horny as hell.
Vegeta suddenly rolled over onto his back. He picked her up and positioned her so that her pussy rested over his face. He ripped off her underwear and parted her folds with his fingers. He slowly lowered her onto his mouth and began his sweet torture.
Bulma screamed in ecstasy. He had the most talented mouth. She squirmed on his face, trying to get him to go rougher. Vegeta smirked and lifted her body away from his face. “It doesn't quite seem fair that you get to have all the fun.”
Bulma smiled and reached down to remove his shorts. She stroked his shaft slowly before taking him into her mouth. Vegeta groaned and returned his mouth to her pussy. They feasted on each other until they both came in a giant orgasm.
Bulma sat up and wiped Vegeta's juices from her mouth. She crawled onto his chest and kissed his shoulder.
“I think I could get used to having you around,” she said with a smile.
Vegeta chuckled and gently untangled their bodies. He got out of the bed and slipped his shorts back on. “So,” he asked casually, “did your enjoy your visit from that loud mouth harpy?”
“Yes,” Bulma sighed, “but she really gets on my nerves sometimes.”
“Well,” Vegeta said rolling his eyes, “I can't imagine that.”
Bulma crawled out of the bed and wrapped her arms around Vegeta. “I love you so much.”
Vegeta let her hold him for a minute before pushing her gently away. “I'm going back to the gravity room,” he finally said. “I'll see you later.”
Bulma watched the door close through teary eyes. Once again, she faced the fact that he would never love her as she loved him. Yes, he had given her incredible pleasure, but he had only needed release. He'd been horny and he came and found her so that she could relieve his frustration.
Bulma laid back down on the bed, covered her head with a pillow, and cried herself to sleep.
Bulma shut the door quietly and walked over to a chair and collapsed. It had been such a long day. Chi Chi had started having severe pains at 2:00 that morning. Against Chi Chi's screaming protests, Gohan had flown her to Capsule Corp. where there were sufficient medical facilities. Bulma had called the same doctor that had delivered Trunks and Chi Chi gave birth to a 9.5-pound baby boy after hours of torture. The baby was strong and healthy, but Chi Chi was still in pretty bad shape. Bulma had to give the baby a bottle because Chi Chi had been too weak to breast-feed.
Bulma felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up, startled.
“Go get some rest,” Gohan said gently. “I'll stay with her.”
“She might need...”
“Whatever she needs,” Gohan interrupted, “the doctor and I can take care of.”
Bulma smiled weakly and stood up and gave Gohan a tight hug. “OK,” she gave in, “but you have someone come and get me if anything changes.”
“I will,” Gohan smiled and kissed Bulma on the head.
Vegeta was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee when Bulma walked into the house.
“How is she?” he asked casually.
“She's holding her own,” Bulma said as she flopped down in the chair beside him. “She's so much stronger than me.”
Vegeta looked at her skeptically. “She is the daughter of a powerful warrior. She used to be a warrior herself. Of course she's stronger than you.”
Bulma looked at Vegeta warily. “Listen, if you're going to start insulting me, just save it. I'm bone tired and I can't deal with your insults right now.”
Vegeta studied her face. She was bone tired, and it showed. There were dark circles under both of her eyes and she was as pale as a ghost. “I wasn't insulting you,” he said quietly. “I was just stating a fact.”
Bulma stood up and rolled her eyes. She should have known it would be useless to try to have a normal conversation with him. “I'm going to bed,” she snapped and started walking up the stairs.
Vegeta stood and followed closely behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders and began to gently massage her.
Bulma turned around so fast he was caught by surprise and almost lost his balance. “If you want sex,” she snarled, “I'm afraid you're just going to have to wait. Even I have my limits.”
Vegeta's eyes widened in surprise. She turned around and stalked up the stairs and out of sight.
“What the hell was that all about?” Vegeta asked himself. He turned and walked out of the house and into the gravity room. The woman had changed in the last few weeks. He could tell that something was bothering her, but he'd be damned if he could figure out what. He had been behaving himself nicely. He hadn't left the Capsule Corp. grounds for months. He'd spent time with Trunks. He'd made love to her every single night. What more did she want from him?
Vegeta blasted a training bot into oblivion. Nothing he did seemed to satisfy her. He angrily demolished another bot and decided that he was going to stop trying to please her. From his perspective, it didn't seem to matter to her anyway.
“You want some more tea?” Yamcha asked, pointing at Bulma's empty glass.
“No, thanks,” she sighed and sat back in her chair. “It sure is good to see you.”
“I missed you too,” he replied. “Thanks for letting me come out and spend the day with you and Trunks.”
“No thanks necessary, silly,” she said with a smile. “You know you're always welcome here. Besides...with Vegeta gone again, I really needed someone to talk to.”
“Bulma,” he began cautiously, “how often does he do this?”
“You mean leave?” she asked with a groan. “Whenever he damn well pleases.”
Yamcha reached across the table and took her hands in his. “You know, you don't need to keep putting up with his shit. I know you think you're in love with him, but that will pass with time. You need someone who can love you as much as you love him...Bulma, you need me. I still love you Princess and I love Trunks too. We could really make it work this time.”
Bulma gave him a look that was half wistful and half pity. “Yamcha,” she said quietly, “you know how dear you are to me. I don't think I could have gotten through the last few years without your support. But you also know that I love Vegeta. No one could ever take his place in my heart...not even you.”
Yamcha stood up and slammed his fist into the table. “What?” he asked angrily. “What in the hell could you possibly still see in that bastard? He treats you like a piece of crap. He barely acknowledges your existence...or the existence of his son for that matter.”
When Yamcha saw the look on Bulma's face, he immediately regretted his outburst. “I'm sorry,” he said with his head bent, “I just wish I could understand.”
Bulma stood up and walked to the window. She stared out into space for a long time before turning to face Yamcha. “I know it's hard for you...for anyone on the outside to understand. But, Vegeta is my life and I have my reasons for putting up with him.”
“What reasons?” Yamcha asked sarcastically.
She walked back to the table and sat down, looking him right in the eyes. “Vegeta may not shower me with flowers and gifts, but he doesn't need to. He doesn't speak pretty words about love and devotion, but he doesn't have to. He may leave me for weeks at a time, but I know he will always come back to me. He would never even look at another woman, much less screw one. I know he will always be faithful to me. He shows that he cares for Trunks and me every time he walks through that door. Staying with us isn't easy for him, but he does it because he cares...”
Bulma broke off, suddenly realizing what she was saying. Vegeta may never tell her that he love's her, but he shows her that he does almost constantly.
“Oh, Dende,” she said burring her face in her hands. “I am such a fool!”
“Bulma,” Yamcha said with a voice full of concern, “are you alright?”
“Yamcha, “ Bulma sighed, “I need to be alone right now...do you mind?”
Yamcha got up and hugged her tightly. “Call me, Princess.”
“I will,” Bulma smiled sadly.
Vegeta stood in the shadows until Yamcha got in his car and drove off. He had been standing outside the house for quite a while and had overheard the entire conversation. He hated the apprehension that formed in the pit of his stomach when Yamcha had declared his love for the woman. He also hated the swelling pride and joy he had felt when he heard his mate's reply. He decided to leave before she noticed he was there. He would return to her tomorrow, but there was no way he could face her until he had all of his swirling emotions under control.
He took one last look at Bulma through the glass and flew off into the black sky.
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