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Anything Good	By : debbiechan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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ANYTHING BAD
by debbiechan
Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ. Do own a shred of dignity and am myself possessed by a love of high romance.
Warnings: I am responding to reader request for more lemon--that means sex, and in this case, explicit sex. Turn back now if you fear being scarred for life escrescriptions of two married people, who know what they're doing, doing it.

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Honeymoons don't last forever. Since Buu's defeat and the restoration of planet Earth, Bulma and Vegeta had been going at it like teenagers on Spring Break. The couple broke even their own nocturnal marathon records. Eventually, though, the hot times tapered off. Bulma had started chafing, and her trusty lotions and herbal balms (especially developed in her lab years ago when she first encountered intense Saiyan sex bouts) were not healing itchy nipples and raw thighs. Vegeta was a little anxious to get back to training after a whole two weeks' layoff, and that was that.
One morning found the couple at breakfast at a perfectly reasonable hour. Even eight-year-old Trunks noticed that his mother's lips weren't super puffy and that all those post-Buu hickeys on her jawline were fading into dim pink ovals. It was sure nice to see his parents. His best pal's dad had been dead even longer than his own dad, so Trunks hadn't seen Goten in days and days. The Son family was on an extended fishing trip or camping trip or some other hick adventure.
"Trunks honey," Bulma began, noting the unasked question in her son's eyes, "Your father is testing the gravity room upgrade today, so maybe you would like--"
"Dad, can I?" Trunks almost spit out his oatmeal.an Ian I train with you today, Dad?"
"Hn." Vegeta was standing before the large freezer that stocked food in Saiyan quantity. "Perhaps playing video games strengthened the boy's wrists, but his larger muscles are atrophied from lack of use. Trunks, you will train with me for four hours every morning starting today." The freezer was full, because his son had been eating dinners at his grandparents' the past couple weeks. Vegeta found some waffles and idly bit into a stack of the icicled discs as he searched for something sweeter. He liked the pastries with the fruit inside.
"Trunks has not just been playing video games. Poppa's been teaching him a little particle physics and Tang dynasty poetry. Right, sweetie?"
"Right," answered Trunks. His mother was walking to the counter for another cup of coffee with an odd, strained gait. Trunks thought she walked like a cowboy. "Why are you walking funny, Mom?"
Bulma put one hand at the small of her back and grimaced. "Sore muscles from, um, just being tense," she explained. She shot Vegeta a look. "I keep thinking the world is going to blow up again. Post Traumatic Buu Disorder."
Vegeta cracked a half-smile.
"I need to get back to work tomorrow," Bulma continued, "so your father and I have decided to just call the whole vacation over, ok? Trunks, after training, let's you and me get cracking on some pre-algebra. I'll call Momma and tell her you're eating with us tonight. You won't miss her home-cooking too much, eh sweetie?"
Vegeta tossed a plastic bag of strawberry danishes at Trunks. The boy caught it mid-air with both hands. "You found them! Al-right, Mom and Dad!"
And so began the first day of the return to normal life. For the first day since Buu's defeat, Bulma wasn't moved to tears at any point or wrecked into sudden sobs of appreciation for all the glories of family, friends, and an un-exploded home planet. Trunks couldn't stop smiling after his sparring session with his dad and did his most tedious math problems with no complaint. But that night, when Bulma saw her husband again, the man was "off." Bulma assumed he was grumpy because he wasn't going to get any. They'd agreed the previous night that their so-called "tapering off" wasn't letting Bulma recover well, and so even a one-shot was out of the question. She hadn't let him shower with her, and now Vegeta was sitting on the edge of the bed, remote in hand, browsing through channels with a sour look his wife hadn't seen since before he died.
"Look Vegeta, it's not like I don't want to. I honestly don't know how I'm going to be able to sleep without it." She was standing in the middle of the room wearing a plush, oversized bathrobe that fell to her ankles. "If we did it, I'd be so messed up we wouldn't be able to fuck for--I don't know--days and days."
"Fine."
He wasn't even looking in her direction, so Bulma slipped off the giant robe and began to dress in her dowdiest pajamas. A nice roomy top with long cotton sleeves and bottoms one size too big.
Vegeta snapped the off button on the remote, and the last flash from the television as it shut off reminded Bulma of the way a fireball dissolves when it crashes against an opponent. The war is over, she reminded herself. Maybe that's why Vegeta is looking so pissy. He doesn't have a death duel on his schedule anytime soon.
"Disappointing day training?" she ventured. The far-away look on his face was just begging to be kissed. Bulma wanted to disrupt his mood, but she knew trifling questions weren't the best tactic with Vegeta.
He seemed to hold his breath a little before he spoke. When he did speak, his words were stark and unexpected. "I told you I would never hurt you again," he said. The ceiling lights were still on, and Bulma could see grief plain on his face.
"What?" Bulma sat down next to him. "All you did was spend some of that extra Saiyan energy on my love thing for a couple weeks. It was worth the rug burn, believe me."
"That's not what I meant," Vegeta said. "Kakkarot didn't tell you, did he? About what I told him when we fought? When I was Majin�."
"When you were--? You were possessed, Vegeta. I know you didn't want to blow up the stadium and kill all those people."
"You're wrong. I wanted to."
"You were possessed."
Vegeta continued to look at the television, as if his redemption was there and he just couldn't envision it. The black screen reflected the couple sitting on the edge of ted.
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