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Recovery	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 4750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten: Mistakes were made

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Everyone stood in the deep valley sitting beneath the entrance to the now familiar cave. The father and son Saiyan duo continued to make small talk about various things. Piccolo stood silently alone as Vegeta and Bulma made their way to join the group. Attention fell onto the husband and wife pair. Bulma smiled brightly and waved excitedly.

“Everyone we have something to announce!” She playfully nudged Vegeta prompting him to take over. He groaned, rolling his eyes and then spoke.

“We are departing. The remainder of this journey will only involve us.”

Bulma twisted her lips into a pout, “You are so hum drum about everything. Vegeta is taking us on a vacation! Just the two of us!” She squealed with excitement as she hugged his bicep. “We are leaving shortly. Apparently my Vegeta is a planner and brought the second ship with everything we could possibly need!”

Vegeta tightened his arms across his chest, his agitation growing apparent. Gohan and Goku continued to chat with Bulma as he pulled away from the crowd. He was never one to be the center of attention during social situations, which was Bulma’s job. The Saiyan prince came to stand near the tall Namekian.

Piccolo spoke in a hush voice, “Do you think this is wise Vegeta? Bulma just now seems to be stabilizing and you want to up root her from this environment?”

Vegeta glared, “You question me further about anything, I will silence your mouth.”

Piccolo shrugged off the princes’ attitude and brought his attention back to Bulma.

“Well off we go!” Bulma cheerfully came to Vegeta, taking him by the hand to pull him away. Pleasantries and good byes were shared as the pair departed. Vegeta scooped up the blue haired vixen and rocketed off into the sky.

His dark eyes searched the landscape for a suitable location to land. He brought them down onto a flat rocky surface. Vegeta sat brought Bulma to stand on her feet, slightly unsteady from the sudden flight.

“Stand back woman. Last thing I need is for you to get crushed.” Vegeta said gruffly. He pulled a capsule from the inner lining of his chest armor. He depressed the button before tossing it away. The capsule burst, the large stellar craft landed. He made his way, to the door of the craft. The door opened, he began to venture into the ship. Looking over his shoulder with a smirk, “You coming woman?”

Bulma threw herself onto her bed. This journey seemed to never have a specific destination or an end in sight. Vegeta had not given her a specific answer when asked. What could that man be up to? He was not even staying in the same room as she. If they had settled the dust of their secrets, why was he being so distant now? The heaviness of sleep began to tug at her eye lids; she fought it off until she couldn’t any longer and allowed the sand man bring her deep into dreams.

Vegeta continued to plot their course. The destination intended was a well-kept secret between Nappa and himself. Frieza was foolish enough to think every location scouted by the Saiyan warriors would be reported back in full detail. The world they were destined for was a natural paradise, at least by Saiyan standards.

The skies were wide and clear with only one sun, however three moons were visible during the nights. These moons were all on separate lunar cycles, but once every so often the trio would be full in synchronous. He and Nappa discovered this by chance one evening on their brief stay. The power the moons infused into their great ape forms could only described as other worldly. Had the prince remained true to his original intentions when perusing the Dragon Balls, this planet would have been the home of his new empire. Now this planet will be the home of renewed bond with his mate.

As far as the actual rekindling of their relationship, he did not have a plan. When faced in battle, the stratigy would unfold itself before him without effort this was not a situation he was trained for. Vegeta hoped being on such a wild and primitive planet, his instincts would kick in when it comes to ‘courting’ a mate.

Sitting in the observatory of the ship, ebony eyes fixed on a distant point beyond the visible stars. Memories of the old stories concerning Saiyan culture before it became strictly militarized ran through his head, tradition and rituals that had long been long lost. Perhaps the time had come for rituals to be renewed or even reinvented. Being the Prince of his race, it was not only the duty of Vegeta to reestablish the culture for himself but for any others to be born from the Saiyan blood lines.

“Vegeta?” Bulma’s voice soft and sweet pricked his ear. He shifted his gaze to rest on his mate, she wore a sheer pink silk sleeping gown, short and form fitting under her floor length plush robe. Her supple full breast threatened to burst forth and expose themselves. He could smell her desire heavy in the unmoving air of the ship. Vegeta brought himself to his feet to bring himself before her.

“Yes?” His voice deep and melodious as he brought his broad gloved hands to take hold of her slender waist. He could feel her entire body shutter against him. As much as he hungered for the touch and taste of her flesh, this would not be the right time. She laid her head against his hard muscular chest while she snaked her arms up to wrap about his thick neck. “I want you Vegeta.” She whispered, pressing her hips against him. Vegeta released a slow deliberate breath, containing his desires he pushed her away to be at arm’s length.

“I want you as well woman. This is not the right time. We need to wait.” Bulma stepped back, confused by his words. Vegeta could not read her expression.

“Before you fly off the handle in a fit of some emotional over reaction woman, let me explain.” He crossed his arms, turning himself to again look into the black abyss of space peppered with specks of celestial light. “I am a Saiyan prince. As a Saiyan things are more intense for us on every level. The way we fight. The way we hunger. The way we feel pain. The way we love. These recent events between us have made my come to realize we may be mates, but we have never been appropriately bonded as mates.”

Bulma frowned, “Ok so we never were technically married. We have a son and lived together as husband and wife for so long, we are now considered common law married. Besides, you are not from Earth and do not have papers to make anything legally binding. You never wanted any ceremony any way.”

Vegeta glared to his mouthy mate, “It isn’t about any ceremony. For an intelligent human, you can really be a moron. This is about creating a firm foundation for us to build the rest of our lives upon. You haven’t committed to me but I have to you.”

“What the hell Vegeta? I haven’t made a commitment to you? I have not strayed from you. I have not attempted a relationship with anyone. I remember a certain man running off to train the moment he found out I was pregnant!” Bulma screamed, crystal eyes lit with anger as she pulled her robe closed tightly around her.

Vegeta spun on his heels. Nostrils flared as a growl slipped from his lips. “You ungrateful brat. I left to train so I could combat the androids. Are you that dense? I told you before departing that I was your mate. Saiyans mate for life. I vowed to protect you and our son.”

Bulma curled her lip into a snear, “Oh really? Then how do you explain the situation with Goku’s parents and your father? If mating for life was sooooo common then why did Bardock have to go through all of that?”

Vegeta balled his fists tightly, his rage evident upon his usually calm face. “You cannot compare me to him. That weak excuse for a king perverted the traditions of my once proud race! Had I had been able to find a way to defeat Frieza before my planets destruction, I would have killed that miserable man myself…if only just to rid his weakness from existence. The throne would have just been an inevitable solution to fixing his mistakes!” He stormed passed Bulma, leaving her speechless alone in the observatory as he slammed a heavy metal door ripping it from the wall. He roared with aggravation as he positioned it in place, raising his energy to cause the metal to melt and mend together at sections of the seam leaving small gaps.

Bulma still shaken from his words, looked to the display panel giving details of their travel. Two days. Two more days until they would arrive to the destination set by Vegeta. Two days of being stuck in a tin can with an enraged Saiyan. Usually whenever Vegeta got this worked up, he would lock himself in the gravity room to blow off steam. Now he locked himself in a small confided space without a way to safely vent. It would be better to just leave him before now, she had all the essentials in her own room so the next two days she would just relax until then.

The next two days drug on like the entire trip had progressed for Bulma. She had locked herself away in her room, mirroring Vegeta. Vegeta did not spend his time watching movies and reading magazines, he remained deep in thought unwilling to admit the reason he locked himself away due to his feelings being hurt. He knew now what needed to be done once they landed.

The ship jolted once the rockets burst to life, slowing the ships descent into the atmosphere. Landing was now just moments away. Vegeta broke away the loosely welded door to set it aside. Bulma caught his eye, standing across from his now open door. She eye balled Vegeta, a bit surprised since he was not dressed in his usual attire. He shorts made from the same tight material his usual battle suit was made but nothing else.

“I guess there isn’t any need to dress warmly on this trip.” Bulma said flatly.

“Dress how you like woman. I am dressed to suit my needs. I have decided that in order to affirm our bond as mates we need to start a new. Start how things would have gone had we had properly met. This planet is a wild one, not unlike the lands our two races arose from. We will separate and set out to reconnect when the time is right.”

Bulma rubbed her temples, feeling knots of frustration building up through her body. Could he possibly know there is one more secret she held back during her ‘tell all’ session on Namek? Again a wave of anxiety washed over here being faced with her husband or whatever he considered himself. Vegeta cocked an eye brow as a familiar stench wafted through the air.

“What is it woman? You have something you need to say? He muttered as he walked passed her to stand near the exit terminal of the ship which had just touched down. What else could she have to tell him, at this point after the tale that she was told him on Namek it likely would not surprise him.

“I….I was….I mean before Shenron had granted my wish to fix my mistakes…while I was on the run I realized something. Something that had I known, I could possibly not went off on you…could have prevented the outburst that sent you over the edge.”

The Saiyan prince was not known for his excess of patience. Her rambling began to aggravate him. “Out with it woman. What are you getting at with your pointless words?” His words punched her in the gut.

“I was pregnant.” She said quietly.

Vegeta froze. So many questions ran through his head at hearing these three little words. “What happened with the child? Did you simply wish away a child of ours?” His words were cold and sharp.

Tears welled up in the blue eyes of Bulma before than ran freely down her cheeks. Her belly began to ache from the distant memory of the impact the brought about the loss of the little life that once grew inside her. She choked upon her words, “Vegeta….you heartless bastard. I would never have done such a thing. No it was when I was on the run. Because of you in a fit of rage, inadvertently caused me to slam into a boulder, remember? Well I left out the part where I had been ill, exhausted and not just from running for my very life. No Vegeta I had taken a pregnancy test and it was positive. It was not 15 minutes later you and Goku showed up causing me to run up said mountain to get away. You apparently got pissed off, threw out a massive wave of energy. Boom- I hit the mountain. I woke up hours later in a cave I had decided to sleep in, covered in blood. Give you a guess where I was bleeding from. To cut to the chase, I woke up in a hospital and had to get away. Killed a woman to do so but not before a doctor had informed me that I had lost the baby. Are you satisfied??”

Her words started to run together near the end of her story. She stood there, heaving in attempts to catch her breath. Vegeta opened the door, warm air fragranced by the native plant life rushed in. He looked over his shoulder, “I have to go now…I need to think.” His tone was soft almost sorrowful as he departed the ship. She rushed after him, throwing her words into air.

“You coward! You ass! Fine leave me. You are just as selfish as the day we met. Nothing has changed!”

He leapt into the air, flying high into the sky before aimlessly floating before turning to face her. “Call me what you want. You want to stop this here and now? Send me on my way? If you want I’ll be gone. It would be nothing new to me. Forever without a home, that is fine. Go home to Trunks if you want to. I have things I need to attend to. If I see you around, so be it.”

He left her there. Resisting the temptation to blast away the nearby mountain side out of anger, he resolved to himself to make this time productive. This would be an effort for himself as well as her.

Bulma stood trembling looking out into the wilderness of this unknown world. She would not hide away in her room on the ship to cry herself to sleep like she had done so many times before. No this was her chance to reconquer life. She would strike out on her own like she did at 16, adventure and explore just like she had done when she met Goku. Freedom, real freedom unlike any she had since having Trunks.

Motherhood was wonderful but there was something to be said for being able to cut loose once in a while. She slung her back pack over her shoulder and jumped on her bike. Bulma felt the wind whip around her as she made her way through thick trees and flat open lands. This planet was simply breath taking. Flocks of large colorful birds or bird like animals swirled and danced in the skies. She soon came upon a large body of water, crystal clear and still. “Well I better draw myself a map, I have two land marks to start with- the ship and this lake.”

Vegeta stood on the top of a rocky formation. Like Piccolo he seemed drawn to landscapes built up from the very depths of the planet. The mountains made up of hardest substances creation; substances that only change with massive amounts of time, pressure, application of heat at just the right times, and perhaps a violent event. His thoughts were interrupted by the roar of his empty stomach. He hadn’t eaten much on the trip here and nothing since landing. “Well I guess living the domesticated life has softened me. Three days apparently is the maximum I can go without food now.”

It lay lifeless. The large creature remained on the banks of a board river, he had slayed it barehanded. This creature resembled a mix of the elks and whales on Earth. Hairless skin, muscular front legs attached to a broad torso that tapered into a tail. This was a male, broad antlers sprung from his head between pointed ears. Now he stood over looking it, thinking on the best way to carve up and preserve the beast. He needed to make quick work with nightfall coming quickly. One day he would bring Trunks here, such an impressive creature to take down. A primal rush unlike any other and he would not allow his son to grow up without knowing what it felt like to truly be Saiyan.

Vegeta sunk his teeth deeply into the still warm heart of the creature. This creature’s life ended to continue his; he had to honor the animals’ end by eating the source its life. The flavor was rich from the blood that had just recently been pumping through. It had been too long since he had a fresh kill. He finished his snack and made quick work of parting the meat. He hung the skull in a nearby tree, stretching the skin on the antlers and branches. The soil near the base of the mountain was high exceedingly high in salt content, a perfect location to bury the meat and allow it to cure.

He sat in the tree above the skin, looking into the night sky. The three moons lit the night sky, one crescent, one half wax, and the third waning wax. His best estimation was it would be about three to five weeks until the moons were full in unison. Even though he was without his tail now, the thought of being under the power of the moons excited him. Open skies, belly full from a fresh kill, and the breeze kissing his bare skin- this is how Saiyans should live. A pang of regret hit him with the realization that he, Kakarot, and the sons the two had produced were the last Saiyans. Thoughts of the unknown would haunt him the rest of the night.

The sun crept onto the horizon, Vegeta was up ready to greet the morning. As peaceful as the night was there was not much sleep for the prince. The truth was evident, there were to be no more Saiyans one day. Even if he and Kakarot, their off spring continued to reproduce the Saiyan blood would melt away into the mix of the humans. Perhaps it was best. The Saiyan culture has become flavorless and the people overall simple minded. Humans had a colorful culture filled with music, history, art, and traditions that no longer were a part of Saiyan life when the planet had been destroyed.

He snapped his head to right, the sound of Bulma approaching on her bike. It was not time to see her yet. Quickly Vegeta took flight, heading to perch upon ‘his’ mountain. Eyes scanning below, looking for any sign of life. A group of birds sprung up from the tall grasses up river, Bulma came racing on her bike following the river. She came to stop under the tree he had been resting in. Apparently grossed out by the mounted head and skin of his kill, her expression was quite humorous.

“Oh my…I certainly do not want to come face to face with whatever did this!” Bulma gagged seeing the skull on its way to being bleached in the sun. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, she could feel someone watching her. Looking around, not seeing anyone or anything around she thought it best to keep moving. If she stayed too long the maker of this mess might return and give her the same treatment. She rode on, there was way too much to explore to hang around here.

Vegeta watched her, eyes following her every movement. Something tugged at him, urging him to follow her. He resisted. It was still not time for the two to rejoin. Her scent, even heavy with her monthly hormonal changes was sweet to his nose. He soon would soon retake his mate in proper Saiyan fashion. Until then he would train.

Two weeks Vegeta carried massive boulders upon his shoulders, up and down the mountain. Sweat ran down his brow, stinging his eyes looking forward to the foot of the mountain. The Saiyan male had a specific plan for tonight. He brought the massive piece of sediment above his head, launching it across the river. As it came close to the ground, he fired a massive blast of energy to create a pile of fine sand.

Amused with the near vaporization of the boulder for a moment he soon turned his attention to the stretched skin he had been working for some weeks now. In a small rock bowl, he had fashioned himself Vegeta held a small amount of oil he had created from his first hunt. With a small dab of oil, he massaged the skin to scrape the excess off with a sharpened length of antler. The skin had been transformed into a supple expanse of leather.

Satisfied with his work he pulled down the leather, rolling it to a more portable size. He caught glimpse of his reflection in the river. A light coat of dust had become like a second skin over the past weeks. His shorts had become shredded and near unrecognizable to compare with the original state of the clothing it was intended to be. They barely a thread of material running around, slung low his waist and a long swatch of cloth to hang down to cover his intimates.

“Perhaps it will be time to bathe tonight.”

He flew up over looking his little territory, mulling thoughts in his head. Vegeta pointed down to a small area adjacent to the river. An explosive pen point blast created a pool, filling with water from the river. The flow of water slowed until it was a gentle current entering and exiting the pool from the river. He made his decent from the skies to land below the tree.

Vegeta continued to work through the day. The sun started to set, he knew it was time to find Bulma. He had made note of where she had made camp a while back. Evening air was sweet and cool, filling his lungs as he soared through sky. Soon he found her camp, he lowered himself to just hover above the ground. She was off in another world messing around with some of her equipment.

“You use too many gadgets woman.”

Bulma stood up, her eyes locking onto the form of Vegeta hanging in the air near nude and covered in dirt. A rugged manly form, even his scent made her weak in the knees. Running a hand through her hair she giggled, “I guess you are right. Honestly it would be easier for me if I could rough it like you.

“I am right. How have you faired? I see you did not return to Earth.”

Bulma flushed, “I’ve done fine. I did live on my own at 16. I contacted my mom and dad, Trunks is doing well. I thought this planet was just too much of mystery to not explore it…..I am sorry Vegeta. I shouldn’t have gone off the handle like that. It was a reasonable, although a painful question.”

“Think nothing of it woman. I want to see you tonight. Follow the river and find me at dusk.”

He flashed a grin before flying off.

Laying against the rocky edge of his private pool, Vegeta felt his muscles relax and melt away at the sensation of the icy waters running around his body. He felt an ebbing of power build up within his core. His intense black eyes looking upwards, the starry sky hung low with the presence of three full moons. Other races assume the possession of the Saiyan tail was the only catalyst of obtaining power from the moon, they were wrong. He smiled, enlarged canines produced from the effects of the moonlight. This felt right.

Rustling of the grass snatched his attention away from his three lunar goddesses. A real flesh and blood heaven body was coming near, he could taste her upon the night air. The flash of blue from her illustrious hair caused his heart to thunder within his broad chest. She stood, wearing tight shorts with a white tube top and her mousey brown boots.

“Join me woman,” his voice moved her, compelling her to undress for him. He soaked up her perfection, head to toe. Bulma came to the edge of the pool, kneeling down to quickly slip in. She jumped in reaction to the chill that now surrounded her. Vegeta pulled her close, the heat rolling off his body to warm her. “I think we both need to wash up a bit, don’t you?” He purred into her ear as he ran a hand through her hair. He continued to stroke, and caress her body washing away any dirt or scent other than their own. She leaned against him, heart racing she lightly panted. “Don’t relax too much woman, there is business we need to attend to.”

He wrapped thick arms around her, pulling her tightly to himself. All Bulma could bring herself to do is nod before being lifted into the air, going ever higher by the moment. They hung in the air together above the rocky mountain top. The once rough surface had been made into a flat platform. Vegeta released a hand from his grip upon Bulma, aiming down to create a ring of fire about something. The scent of burning wood filled her nose. He lowered them into the center of the ring, the unknown object was some sort of bed. He sat her down in the middle of the bed.

Soft smooth leather felt like heaven upon her bare skin. She looked up to Vegeta, eyes wide with wonder and question. He handed her a small vial that laid on the ground.

“Here, like this.” He poured a small amount into his hands, rubbing them together before began to run over Bulma’s soft skin. The liquid was smooth with a spicy sweet smell, leaving a tingling sensation everywhere it touched. She in turn did the same until the both retained a soft sheen in the contrasting light of the fire and moons.

They faced each other upon their knees in the center of their new marital bed. Deep within each other’s’ gaze they remained until Vegeta broke the silence.

“I ,Vegeta, prince of all Saiyans commit myself to you as your life long mate.” He leaned in to deliver to chaste kiss upon her lips. “All that I am and will become,” as he spoke his aura arose around them delivering him into his Super Saiyan form, “will protect you and our family until my dying breath.” As he continued to speak his eyes began to flash glowing white, his hair flickered of blue. His intensity grew with each word until he fell silent again.

Bulma peered deep into the electric blue eyes before her, unsure of what changes he could take further. She could was compelled to speak, “ I, Bulma, commit myself to you. You are my prince, husband, and mate for life. I place no other before you. I will care and nurture our family until my life ends.”

Vegeta pushed forward gently, bringing her to lay on her back. He brought his head down to the apex between her legs, searching gently with his tongue until he found her soft pearl. Sharply her breath hitched. His hot breath filling her as he gently massaged the pearl until it found life, throbbing and erect. Darting quickly, he now entered her core to taste her honey. Vegeta could feel her fingers woven through his golden mane, her legs wrapping around his neck urging him to continue. All at once he felt her release her hold upon him to shift her position. He rocked up back to his knees, mezermised by her beauty. Such a balance of the warm light and the cool lunar glow upon her ivory, she looked heavenly.

Bulma leaned forward, taking his now waking member in hand. She kissed its helmeted head gently before placing trailing kisses down the length of the shaft. At its base her tongue danced, circling and twirling willing his spear to fully awaken. Slowly working her way to the tip once more before driving it down hungrily into her throat. His hips bucked forward, pressing himself further.

He could not wait any longer; he had to have her. Vegeta tugged her away with a hand full of her bright aqua hair, a small moan escaping her ruby lips. Pressing her back he parted her legs, ready to consummate their renewed bond. His body pulsated with energy from the moons. Instinct took over. He sank his sharpened teeth into her shoulder as he buried his massive arousal into her honeyed core. She screamed, the wave of her first orgasm washed over her.

This was primal, rough but passionate. Bulma had never felt such force against her delicate body. He had released his bite to overtake her mouth. The pair exchanged moans into each other’s mouths. Quaking mass of flesh they became as one. Climax- electric and wild they shared. Cries of pleasure from the delicate female mouth, a mighty roar from the Prince as he gave his seed in offering to his mate. Soon all was silent and still.

They lay intertwined, the glow of the fire fast fading while the cold white light of the moons remained until the morning. The pair remained deep into the hold of sleep until the sun set high in the clear sky. Bulma stretched, rolling over to see her husband now back in his normal form still peacefully sleeping. The previous night had been the most intimate and romantic night she had ever shared with him or anyone else. The thought he had put into it astounded her.

His eyes cracked open, momentarily assaulted by the harshness of the sun. Upon proper adjustment he saw Bulma across his from him, a sweet smile upon her lips. The sight of perfection except a deep purple bruise with teeth marks deep into her skin, he moved forward kissing the tender area. She shuttered. A satisfied growl deeply within his chest to reverberate from his throat before whispering.

“Good morning.”

I think we will have a couple more chapters on this planet with a few old friends joining. It seems Vegeta and Bulma have patched things up and are on the road to being normal (for them at least). I appreciate everyone reading and rating! C&C is always welcomed.
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