Disclaimer: I do not own or make a profit of the DBZ franchise. I do believe that the honor of creating such a show, manga, etc. is of Akira Toriyama. DBZ is a trademark of TOEI Animation (says on the label of DBZ videos) and licensed by FUNimation. So from all that legal stuff, you can conclude that I DO NOT own this stuff....I just get a kick of out using their characters for entertainment purposes. So please, do not sue.

This now begins part two and is entirely from Bulma’s point of view.

*Lemon Warning*
 
 

Part Two: Mind

    I never knew how alone I really was until I became linked with him. We were together, we had a child and we’re having another. To me, it seemed like a normal relationship -it was as close as we could get. But tto him... there was just... there was always the possibility for more, to have something deeper than ever imagined, and to make this marriage look as deep as a puddle.
We became fusion in every sense of the mind and soul.
    At least, that’s what it first felt like. It was confusing -there were no boundaries. I could easily pass into his mind without notice. And I couldn’t understand what would cause certain feelings -how I could suddenly slip from joy to rage -nor could I tell the difference betweeen his emotions and mine. And the worst was knowing that some of my emotions were hormone induced, leaving me to think that some of these feelings weren’t real at all.
    But as time passed on, I learned it is like fusion, although not entirely the same concept. We are one, we are united, but I no longer have to worry that I can’t be myself. That I would somehow pass the walls of my own mind to lump into Vegeta’s. I’ve learned to control it -even if it was through his guidance. I’m still Bulma Briefs, it’s just that it’s not only Bulma anymore. Now, part of what makes me who I am is the fact that I’m with Vegeta. Without him, I’m not entirely myself, nor could I ever be. And ever since we’ve linked, I’m never alone.
    There’s always a strong presence, like he’s right beside me -so close, his breath lands on my skin. It’s comforting. And it feels like this is what we were supposed to do all along. I know it took Vegeta a lot to go through with it, and I thank Kami that he had the courage to do it.
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    I turn awkwardly, frowning at the sight before me. Looking back, I take a quick glance at the clock. Ruby digits beam that it’s close to dawn, and I sigh. I still don’t understand why he would wake up so early to train. He knows what day this is, and if he thought he could lock himself away in that metal dome, then he’s dead wrong.
    I push myself up into a sitting position, my back leaning heavily against the wooden headrest, my body sinking into the mattress. With my arms crossed over my chest, I survey the room, staring at the mess he made as he snuck away.
    Jerk.
    My stomach growls in agreement and I look down to my swollen belly. If my constant cravings couldn’t prove I was pregnant, this certainly did! ‘Three more months and this babe is outta here.’ I shrug, and without hesitation, I waddle over to the fridge, my feet dragging against the shaggy carpet as I pull out my nightly snack. A while back, I decided that getting a mini-fridge in the room was a better idea than having to lug my huge body up and down stairs while fumbling in the dark. So with a bowl and jar tucked under my arms, I settle down contently on the mattress, scooping out my ice creme and sprinkling large chunks of pickles as toppings. I shove the spoon into my mouth, savoring the sweet and sour flavors as they melt slowly against my tongue. I grin, and look toward the door, beginning to count down.
    "4...3...2...1..."
    The door slams shut with my angry and sweaty husband stomping toward the bed. He towers over me, growling.
    I smile.
    "Couldn’t get the GR on, huh?"
    He shakes his head tensely, clenching and unclenching his jaw.
    "No." he hisses sharply. "I couldn’t." He looks to my food and then quickly looks away in disgust. "Care to explain why?"
    I look down at my bowl. I guess not that many people like the idea of dill pickles swimming in melted ice creme. I’ve noticed he doesn’t like most of the food I eat. I’ve also noticed that I don’t care. Besides, the angrier I can get him, the better -it’s about time he gives me what I want.
    "Vegeta," I answer sweetly, licking the back of my spoon. "Don’t tell me you forgot what I told you? Remember how I kept telling you that our party was today? I guess you forgot...even though I reminded you about a million times!" I huff, placing the dish aside. "I kept telling you, over and over and, you kept ignoring me! Vegeta, next week is our party, Vegeta, our party is in three days -all I ever did was remind you!"
    The memories of last year’s celebrations are still vivid in my mind. To say the least, it was a disaster, but I guess it wasn’t entirely Vegeta’s fault. Trunks played a role in it, too. But I hope that this year, the boys have grown up. Although....I doubt it. Which is why I have to warn Vegeta now!
    I push myself off the bed, my hand on my hip as I poke the Prince with my finger. "Now you listen here! You will NOT use the GR during the course of this day -you WILL behave, you will not cause trouble, AND," I eye him wearily, "you will not go looking for a fight! Do you understand me Vegeta? I don’t want to see any blood, or missing teeth, or broken bones. I want a nice party. A NICE PARTY!" I turn my back to him, hastily grabbing my bowl, muttering on my way to the fridge. "Stupid saiyans......big dumb jerk....I swear....for once, a good party.....incident free!...."
    I know I’m moody, and I hate the fact that I react so readily to anything that happens. But...I can’t help it, so I’ll just have to wait for this anger to pass. I put the bowl away, and take a quick drink of water.
    "Piss me off?"
    I stop, looking behind me as I place the water down. "What?"
    "You are trying to provoke me." He crosses his arms, ebony eyes fixed toward me. "Why?"
I shake my head in annoyance, making my way back to bed.
    "Wise-ass! You’re not supposed to go around reading my mind!" He grunts, rolling his eyes and taking a step toward me.
    "I didn’t need to read your mind woman. It’s clear what you’re trying to accomplish. What I want to know is how angering me," He advances, slowly plucking off his glove. "benefits you."
I growl, a small snort accompanying afterward.
    "Vegeta, not everything is about you. I just want you to stay out of the GR. Simple as that."
He stands silently for a moment, and his eyes suddenly portray interest. I shudder -I know that feeling too well now. Looking closely, I watch as his body begins to react to my thoughts. He opens his mouth to speak, but inhales sharply, cocking his head to the side. "You’re in heat." he comments quietly.
    He doesn’t wait for my answer. Instead, he gives me a knowing smile and begins to peel the spandex off his body. He leans down, his nose bumping into mine. His eyes shine in excitement.
    "Looks like it’s going to be one of those days..."
    I agree and pull him down.
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    Getting away from that Saiyan is one of the hardest things to do. Not only does he recognize that I’m horny, he takes full advantage of it. Any time he sees me, one touch and I’m his. And I can’t avoid it! Lately, I can’t seem to control a damn thing. It’s like my hormones dominate every aspect of my life now.
    I told him during our last round that he better leave so I could at least try to get dressed, and for once he complied, escaping quickly and leaving me to recover.
    It’s half an hour later and I stand before my dress, freshly showered. I actually like this sundress, even if it is something that I wouldn’t usually wear. I quickly put it on, checking myself in the mirror to make sure I’m not wearing any mismatched shoes. There have been one too many times where I walk out looking like a clown because my stomach prevents me from seeing my feet. Well not this time! I turn slowly, craning my neck so I can see what the dress looks like in the back. I beam in delight, my hands resting proudly on my hips. I don’t look fat....do I?
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    "Hey-hey! Bulma!"
    I turn around when I hear the excited cry, and Krillen stops short of my stomach. His wife and daughter stand behind him, Trunks watching eagerly the entrance to the building.
    "Whoa!" His eyes widen with intrigue and he attempts to give me a hug.
His arms barely touch my hips. He laughs at this fact. Loudly.
    "Man! You’re huge! When did that happen?" I growl at him, making a point to look down menacingly.
    "I’m what?"  He looks to his wife and stammers, shoving his hands into his pockets nervously. He stares down.
    "Umm, the place looks great." I eye him suspiciously.
    "Wait. What did you call me?"
    "Come on, Krillen." Eighteen cuts in, grabbing the short man and pulling him away. I see the relief flash through his eyes and I snort in repugnance.
    "MOM!!" My son suddenly shouts at me from across the room. "CALM DOWN!!"
What!? I stomp my foot down and glare. Does Trunks want a piece of me, too?
    "BULMA!" I turn back around - again-, only to be squished into someeone’s embrace. My words are muffled as I try to push the person away. They finally realize what I’m trying to do and they let go.
    "Listen you! What’s the big ide-"
    "Oh, sorry Bulma." I hear a prompt apology, with a blushing Yamucha looking down at his shoes. "I hadn’t noticed that you were-"
    "Pregnant?" Only he- and Goku- would hug me without thought. "It’s ok, but next time, try to be a little gentler."
    He gives an embarrassed smile, placing his hand in the back of his neck. He rubs slowly, as if concentrating on the right words. He finally looks me in the eye. "So...when did it happen?"
He seems as shy as always when it comes to my love life, tending to innocently stick behind. I hope that one day he’ll get over it and find someone. But until that happens, I might as well give him some small details about this and help him have fun.
    "I’m six months along." I glance over to where a group has formed, and step aside. "You should go in and say hi to the others." He nods.
    "Yeah....Hey, sorry I didn’t let go."
    "It’s ok, Yamucha. You didn’t know." I stand behind him and begin to push, forcing him into the garden. "Go! Have some fun will ya?" It’s great to see him, even if it’s only a few times a year.
He laughs as he trips into the garden. "Alright already! You don’t have to push!"
 

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    The men stay away. I think that’s understandable, after all, they all seemed either embarrassed or surprised. Maybe a little afraid. Of both of us, I imagine. The guys are probably worried that if they say one thing wrong about this baby, Vegeta will make sure their faces are buried in dirt, or if they do anything to tick me off, I’ll make them wet their pants.
    Whatever.
    The women are, of course, different stories. They’re all excited. And this party is mostly a women’s party, because even though we are having a reunion and celebrating the Buu anniversary, we’ve also turned this thing into a baby shower. All rolled in one.
    So I sit, watching as Chi-chi does all the cooking. Nobody wants me to do anything! I can’t be near the grill because the smoke will do me harm, I can’t go serve the food because the plates are too heavy, I can’t even say the food is done because I just might be trampled. It’s irritating.
    "So how are you doing?" Videl stands next to my chair, baby Pan sleeping on her shoulder.
I huff.
    "I’m can’t believe I’m bored at my own party." She laughs and pulls out a seat.
    "I’m sorry." She sits down. "Do you know what it is yet?" I place my hand on my stomach.
    "No." The bundle on her shoulder stirs and the air is abruptly pierced with wailing. She takes the baby and starts to cradle her, in a moment, Pan is suckling on her breast.
    "Can Vegeta tell you?" I rest my chin in my hands.
    "No."
    "Really? I thought they could do that kinda thing...Gohan can always sense when someone is coming..." I sigh.
    "I think it’s different...besides, he won’t really tell...something about the baby being strong but it has a different type of ki...or something like that..." I look over to find that Pan’s asleep again.
    "Are you having a hard time taking care of her?" Videl shakes her head.
    "Actually, it’s not that bad. Goku told us that it’s better for her to keep her...you know," she leans in close to whisper. "tail, so that we can keep her calmer that way. It’s amazing." She holds Pan up, and through the blanket, I can see her tail is wrapped protectively around her waist. "Gohan says we should keep it only for a few more months and then they’ll uh...cut it off."
    "Videl! Can you take this to the boys?" Chi-chi interrupts shrilly, holding a plate of meat up.
    "Will you watch Pan for a little bit?" She passes me the baby and rushes off.
I look down to the sleeping sweetheart and then over to Vegeta.
    I want a girl.

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    I shut the door behind me, my fingers searching blindly for a switch, when an arm slithers under my stomach and reels me in. Jumping slightly when a warm tongue flicks over my earlobe, a low chuckle rumbles, vibrating down my back. He leads me backwards, and with each careful step, I am slowly left naked in his arms. He presses into me, exhaling lightly on my throat.
    "Couldn’t last thirty minutes." he notes haughtily, fingers running down my sides.
    "I know." I respond softly, the heat rising to my cheeks as I remember the recent rendezvous in the pantry. "Vegeta." There’s a tone of eagerness in my voice that informs me that I am desperate.
    "Shh." he cuts me off, and continues to pull me back, he is the only guide in the darkness of the room. "Tsk-tsk." He wags a finger before my eyes, and trails it down my chest, short kisses following over my shoulder. "Must not be so impatient." He stops, allowing me to turn around and quickly notice that he’s already stripped. "Lean forward." he commands, and I obey, my elbows bending and my forearms flat on the panel he has led me to. "Now..." he exhales heavily, stepping up behind me. "Don’t touch anything....wouldn’t want to accidentally give this thing power, would we?"
    I nod quickly, my body trembling in excitement. Oh god, I want it. Badly.
    His arousal presses into my back, his fingers sliding over my entrance. I swallow audibly as his lips land on my neck, more soft kisses descending over my spine. My body arches toward his, his thick organ crushed into my rounded flesh. He places his hands on my hips and guides his body into mine. Steady rhythm, forces me to ache for more. My knees bend, my hips pushing towards his, bucking for quicker strokes.
    "Bulma..." he taunts me, leaning over, and his tongue tracing over the curve of my cheek. "How much do you want me?"
    I moan, stooping into a lower position, spreading my legs wider. He laughs quietly. "Good answer."
    My eyes slide shut, submersing myself in these erotic sensations. Wet tongue lapping over my skin, controlled breaths covering my throat, his body twitching to mine. I open my eyes, to find my vision filled by arduous reflections playing back at me. I am entranced by the room’s mirrors, our movements portrayed in shadows, although I see them clearly. Our bodies arching into one another, Vegeta’s wanton reaction to the touching of his stimulated sacs, the sheer look of desire on his face as my nails rake over his thighs.
    He says the mirrors are necessary for training -to make sure technique is perfect- I’m inclined to agree, but for my own dirty reasons. I like it because it’s like watching your very own porn.
My hand reaches back, I watch as Vegeta jumps when I stroke his excited balls. This is about my release, my pleasure, and part of that is getting Vegeta eager.
    I close my eyes once again, and push myself farther into him.
    The noises are becoming louder, his quiet grunts and hisses no longer exist. They are being quickly replaced by his loud breathing, the occasional groan, and his heart racing against my flesh. Our hearts thunder together in the excitement, and I am only left more aroused.
    ‘Oh Vegeta.’
    "WHAT!" My eyes snap open at the snarl, and look back to see Vegeta growling in annoyance, seemingly, in the direction of the door.
    "Vegeta? Are you in there?" I groan. I hazily recognize the happy voice of Goku, and does he have the worst timing ever.  "Go....away." My husband hisses, and he leans over to kiss my cheek, drawing my lips to his. He sucks, pulling on my bottom lip.
    ‘By Dende.....’
    "Aw, come on buddy. You shouldn’t be in the GR all by yourself." His hands grasp my hips aggressively. "I said...GO!" He pushes harder.... thick organ rubbing roughly against my inner walls. This is what I want.....
    Silence.
    "Are you alone?" Breaks in Goku’s confused voice. Son of a bitch, he’ll never leave!
A feral growl escapes my throat, Vegeta’s reaction is surprise. My nails claw at the panel. Harder!
    "Vegeta???"
    "FUCK OFF!" He roars. The slick noise of our movements rumbles throughout the room....his body slaps against mine....
    Hips buck, his tongue roams -don’t want to lose it... Thumb rubs deliciously over my nub, he’s going so hard -it’s so fucking good....
    "Oh god! Shit...fucking, oh..." Spewing any words that can form through my lips -watch the mirrors again -mesmerized by our heated deeds as his hands grasp my hips.... synchronized joining and parting...so enthralling -narcotic....
    Digs deeper into my flesh....
    Body contracts
    Groaning loudly into my ear
    I shudder.......... he does too
    Our bodies throb as we release -he almost slumps over my body. He continues to move....slowly....numbly.... He stops and turns me around -pulls out- we sink to the floor. We sit there for a moment, sweaty forehead resting against mine, and our labored breathing only sound in the room.
    He kisses me....his lips passing over to my cheeks, then down to my chest....his head bends down to draw my breast into his mouth. His tongue rasps against my sensitive nipple, he sucks with want. My body twitches spasmodically, my release still ringing through my body -I don’t want to move. Sweat still trickles down my chest, sliding under the curves. He licks the moisture, finger following to rub me.
    After a couple of minutes I recover enough to speak, although by that time, his cobalt eyes have been waiting for me expectantly.
    It’s a girl.