By Trynia Merin
Disclaimer: I don't
own DBZ Toriyama does. This is fan fiction.
Note and Warning:
This is a dark chapter. If you don't like stories exploring Vegeta's demons or
potential for rage directed at Bulma, don't read this! It might be a stretch,
but I figured Vegeta might snap as he has in many fan fictions even with his own
mate and child. While I don't think he'd actually kill Bulma intentionally
after their first few times, something might set him off enough to come close?
But he finally does come to understand after what happens in this chapter,
trust me! It has a LEMON at the end!
For some reason something had set him off that day. She
didn't recall if it was a look or a phrase, but before she knew it they were
arguing heatedly. Finally words escaped her lips that caused his face to crease
in fury. Suddenly his viselike grip seized her shoulder and he backed her
against the wall.
"Shut the hell UP! You have no fucking
comprehension!" he ranted.
"Gaack," she gasped, raising her slender hands to
his gloved hand. "Vegeta, stop, you're HURTING me..."
"Don't you dare presume to know what I experience. Just because we've fucked a couple dozen times
does not give you the privilege to JUDGE me, bitch!" he ranted.
"I... kami," she gasped, feeling terror.
"I should kill you for this insolence!" he
growled, forcing his face close to hers. Hot breath surged against her face,
his eyes ablaze like hard bricks of coal.
"Vegeta, please don't, I didn't know what I was
saying!" she stammered.
"You disgust me," he said coldly. "You have
no decent sense to remember your place. Just why I mated with a low class like
you is beyond me!"
All of a sudden Bulma's panic turned to anger. Who did he
think he was acting in this manner? She was scared to death, but Bulma was
damned if he was going to get away with squeezing the life out of her. Stopping
her fight, she lay her hands at her side. Vegeta saw
her body relax, as if accepting her fate. IN shock he blinked, unable to
comprehend except that she had given up.
"Then... go ahead and kill me," Bulma whispered,
closing her eyes. Within her quivered the life force of their unborn child.
Vegeta suddenly felt a surge of power crackling through her whole body.
"What the hell," he gasped.
"I can't fight back. Go ahead and kill me. If I'm such
a hindrance to you, then I might as well die by your hand then by the
androids," Bulma swallowed hard. Her blue eyes blazed with inner fire. It
arced from her belly, surging over her frame. Bulma's heart pounded with liquid
blue fire then shuddered spasmodically. Vegeta howled as ki slammed into him
with sudden force. In shock he let go, letting Bulma's body thump to the floor.
"KUSO!" he snarled, backing away.
Bulma hugged her stomach, feeling the life inside twitching
strongly. She panted, seeing him doubled over in rage
and humiliation. What had just happened, she wondered? The light tap against
her ribs was like a soft caress, bringing her a sudden sense of awareness. The
baby was angry.
"It can't be," she thought, rubbing her belly.
Vegeta shook his stinging hand; his glove smoldered with the blast of royal
blue ki that slammed over him. Slowly he panted, shaking his head. That same
peace and relief flowed through her body, reassuring with its gentle warmth
through her entire body. It was a pale radiant blue heat that sang through each
and every nerve, but pooled strongest in her belly.
"So small, but it knew I was threatened. My son knew I
was threatened and he fought back," Bulma blinked.
"That is impossible," Vegeta gasped, glancing at
Bulma in panic. "How could you possibly do that to me?"
"The baby did it," Bulma said, slowly climbing to
her feet. "It's my son. He fought back."
"Surprisingly powerful little thing," Vegeta
blinked, seeing Bulma stand over him. Hands formed at her fists with anger
coursing through her veins.
"I ought to kick your ass out of here now, you
monster," she said with thinly veiled hate. "Nobody threatens my son.
Not even his own Father."
"You're not worth the effort to kill, and I wouldn't
have hurt the brat intentionally!" he said dazedly, stumbling to his feet.
He held his neck and rubbed his face, not able to look Bulma in the eyes.
"I could give a shit less what happens to you, Vegeta.
But I won't let my son die. You kill me, you murder him. Do you really want
that?" Bulma said with a slow calm that was far more effective then her
shrilling scream.
"I wasn't really going to kill you, baka," Vegeta
mumbled. "I was only trying to bring you to heel! You should obey me
female!"
"Then what? That was some sort
of a sick game? Terrorizing me? My God Vegeta, what do you expect from me? If
you're trying to make me hate you you're doing a good job of it!" Bulma
yelled.
Vegeta glared at her with those dark eyes. They had glazed
over with shock, then shame. HE turned away, hugging himself with arms crossed
over his chest. "Fine, this place is a waste of my fucking time
anyhow."
"Then leave. The door's right there," Bulma said.
"But don't expect me to welcome you back. I've had enough with y our
bullying me around. I'm the mother of your child. And I wont' allow you to
threaten Trunks by harming me."
"I'm leaving," Vegeta said quietly after a long
pause. "Obviously this will not work. I threaten your existence. I have no
desire to kill my own son. I was correct to begin with that you're too much of
a distraction..."
"Then leave Vegeta. Just get the hell out of my house,
and my life till you learn to behave like a civilized being," Bulma said
angrily. "You will not make me feel helpless like you did, you
abuser."
"You know little of abuse," Vegeta said sullenly.
"I'm not comparing anything, Vegeta. But you're better
then this," Bulma said. "I think you'd better leave."
"So do I," Vegeta said
quietly. "But I wouldn't have really killed you, you know. Or my son. As if I should give a shit why
I should explain myself!"
"I'm not scared of you anymore. No matter what you do
to me, it doesn't matter. My son is the most important thing in the world. I'd
die for him. Even to protect him from you," said Bulma. "If you want
to blame everyone for your past, fine. But leave me and our son out of it. So
fucking what if I can't understand what you went through? Can't you just leave
it behind yourself before you destroy everything in your path?"
"I underestimated you, woman," Vegeta said
quietly. Turning away, he slowly strode towards the front door. Before long he
was just a glimmering dot on the far horizon.
"I won't let anyone hurt you, baby," said Bulma
softly. She rubbed her belly, feeling her tears cascade down her face.
An entire month passed by before Vegeta returned. In the
meantime, Bulma retreated to her lab to build more devices with her father.
Neither parent asked about Vegeta's absence, figuring he had gone away to train
for the upcoming Android threat. With red eyes and a hurt shoulder she was
nursing, Bulma crawled off to bed after most meals. Her skin was pale, and she
often drank ensure or other nutrients for the sake of the life growing strong
inside her.
One particular evening, Bulma lay curled up on the bed. She
rubbed her belly, letting tears spill down her face. Just why had he hurt her
so? In all the time she'd known him he had come close to choking her once or
twice, but she thought he was beyond this. Bulma sat up in bed, hugging
herself.
"Oh baby, what am I going to do about your father… I hate him and love him… and I miss him," she
whispered.
Dried crusty remains of tears lingered on her cheeks. She
rose from the bed, waddling over to the mirror to look at herself. Blue eyes
stared back from a haggard face. They were red with countless tears. Over and
over she had replayed that day, wondering what she had done wrong.
It then dawned on her like a sunrise. She glanced to the
radiance of three lines sinking down. The setting sun was shining through the
venetian blinds, obscuring her view of West Central City. She mumbled,
"Abuse. He's just like an abused child, and he's abusing me. He doesn't
realize what he's doing!"
"Still that doesn't mean I should let him get away with
that, stupid son of a bitch!" she hissed, clenching her fists.
"No, it shouldn't," answered a hoarse voice.
She wheeled on the figure standing just inside the doorway.
His clothes were torn in many places, his armor battered and pitted. Vegeta's
eyes were red rimmed like hers.
"What are you doing here?" she asked quietly,
making fists.
"I don't the hell know, woman," he grumbled,
wandering into the room. "Am I welcome, or should I fucking leave
now?"
"You tell me," she said fixing him in her icy
gaze. Turning away, she hugged herself tightly, resting her arms on top of her
beach ball sized belly.
Vegeta reached absently for a bottle of cologne resting next
to her Chanel no. 5. He recalled Bulma buying it as a Christmas present, along
with that silly Bejitasei T-shirt. Turning it over in his hands, he swallowed
hard with the lump that had formed. "As if I need to explain anything to
you, woman…"
"If you don't have any good reason, then beat it,"
Bulma said flatly, wandering over to the sliding glass door that led to the balcony.
"I…" Vegeta muttered, plunking the bottle of
cologne down.
"Well?" Bulma wondered, tapping her foot.
"I've come to… a… I've come to…"
"Come to WHAT? Spit it out, jerk face! I'm
exhausted!" she snarled, shooting a poisonous glance over her shoulder at
him.
Vegeta bowed his head, averting his gaze. Bulma blinked in
shock. Never had he done that before. Tightly she hugged herself, trembling
with need and a million emotions boiling beneath the surface. At that moment he
looked lost and humiliated. Both fists were at his hips, clenching and
unclenching. Gritting his teeth, Vegeta grunted, "I've come... I've come
to fucking apologize damn it!"
"I didn't hear that…"
"Are you deaf, female? I said I was fucking SORRY, all
right?" Vegeta yelled.
His loud voice cut through her like a Kamehameha wave.
Inside her belly the infant Trunks seemed to turn a summersault. Bulma's chin
trembled. Yet a part of her didn't want to let him off the hook so easily.
Vegeta watched her shoulder blades shift beneath the purple robe decorated with
stars that he often wore after their sex. Finally Bulma turned slowly around,
gazing forlornly at her mate.
"Oh Vegeta, it's not that easy. I accept your apology
but I can't forget what you did," she said.
"I would NEVER kill you or the baby, damn it!"
Vegeta snapped, pointing at her in anger. "How DARE you accuse me of
such…"
"Because, you were abused. And
you were striking out at me as a target. I understand now, Vegeta. I can't
forget, but I can forgive."
"Did I ASK for your understanding?" he gritted.
"No, but you have it, so shut up and listen to me, damn
it!" Bulma yelled back.
Vegeta blinked at the volume in her voice, backing down a
bit. His armor rose and fell with the deep breaths he drew. A fight verbally he
could deal with, he realized. "So what the fuck do you have to say?"
he mumbled.
"I mean that I fucking understand that abuse is a
cycle. And I can't expect you to suddenly change overnight. Because
that's not you. But you scared the shit out of me, Vegeta. I thought
you'd kill Trunks and me if I said the wrong thing! And I'm SORRY I opened my
fucking goddamn mouth. But I have a RIGHT to know I'm safe! I won't be
terrorized, even if I do understand WHY you lashed out at me!"
"Woman, I don't know what to say," Vegeta mumbled,
turning around. He paced a slow orbit, glancing at her thoughtfully. Bulma
noticed how he hugged himself tightly in the precise manner in which she did
now. Both felt so lonely in that room at that moment it was pitiable. How did
the chasm open up so deeply, yet hit so close to the mark?
"Say you'll never let it happen again?" Bulma
asked, slowly striding up to him. "And I'll promise to watch what I say,
and not mention you or your past in such a stupid way again. And that I have
your word as the Saiyan no Ouji that me and my son, our son will never come to
harm by your hand?"
"Very well. I swear as the
Prince of all Saiyans you shall not come to harm by my hand. Are you happy
now?" he asked quietly.
She frowned. Vegeta cursed under his breath, adding, "I
swear on my oath to best Kakkarot."
"That's better," she exhaled, then
felt her knees weaken.
"So, does this mean I'm still banished from this
domicile?" Vegeta asked.
"You can come home, you lunk head, because I fucking
miss you," Bulma swallowed hard, her chin wobbling.
Vegeta saw her squeezing herself tightly. Swallowing his
pride, he stiffly raised his arms and stepped towards her. His gloved hands
bracketed her arms, giving them a light touch. He rested his forehead to hers, then slid his hands down to encircle her hips. Bulma then
realized this was the closest to initiating a hug he had ever come, and it was
costing him dearly.
"I missed you too, woman," he murmured. Bulma
leaned over and bit his ear gently. She squeezed his neck tightly, burying her
face in his shoulder. Vegeta's arms crushed her protectively close, yet
restrained from harming her or the baby.
"Don't ever let me go," she sniffled. "Damn
I'm some wimp crying."
"Females cry on this planet," he grunted.
"It's a reality. I suppose I cannot expect YOU to change your ridiculous
ways."
"Jerk," she chuckled, kissing his neck and rubbing
his muscular back. Although it was difficult through his
armor. He lifted a brow when he felt her fingers moving to the
fastenings.
"Let me. You'll take too damn long," he
complained, backing away. He undid the straps and tossed the breastplate down
on the floor. Then he walked towards her, laying his hands on her robe. She
slid her fingers under the shirt, slowly tugging it up and over his head while
he raised his arms. Soon his boots and blue training paints joined her robe in
a commingled pile on the floor.
Vegeta picked her up in his arms, carrying her towards the
bed. He lay her down, sealing her gasps with a hot kiss. She moaned, realizing
he had greatly improved since she had taught him those months ago. Against her
mouth she chuckled.
"What?" he snorted.
"Take the gloves off, please?" she asked.
"Stupid pain in the ass," Vegeta mumbled, grabbing
them and peeling them away. Bulma sighed with delight as his soft hands touched
his skin to hers, causing him to hiss in surprise as well.
"I know you don't like being touched unless it's for a
reason," she said.
"Humph," he mumbled, confirming her suspicions.
"You don't have to wear those around me," she said
quietly. "At least during sex. Any other time I
don't care."
"You have SOME sense of decency," he snorted with
relief. Rolling her over on the bed, he began to make love to her to show her
how he had missed her.