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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 11: Teaching

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or profit from this fan fic.

Ladies and Gents this may be kind of a long disjointed chapter, I am sorry! I will be adding onto this story and actually I think I will tie it with new content given to us from Battle of Gods/RoF/DBS. Time lines may be altered to suit my story lines but I will keep to things as truely as I can (without dragging the story into the dirt)! These next couple of months may be hit or miss for me. My schooling in on the down hill but it doesnt mean it is any easier! Thank you for reading!

They went about the morning at a leisurely pace, returning to Bulma’s camp site for breakfast. Vegeta hoisted a large cut of cured meat to the table with a hungry grin. The last bit of meat from his kill weeks ago, saving this choice cut for a special occasion. Assortments of native fruit scattered about the place, Bulma taking careful note over the weeks cataloging plants safe for consumption and others for medicinal purposes. Never being one to be unproductive she noted hundreds of native fauna and flora in her exploring; her favorite animal so far a medium sized predatory cat like creature. Its pelt was sliver with a lavender sheen, long and flowing perfect for blending into the tall grasses at night or against the rocky caves during the day. The animals most distinguishing features were its eyes, ranging from clear blue to deep honey sometimes one of each.

Vegeta caught notice of a stack of papers on Bulma’s desk, detailed sketches of the animals and plant life. The amount of detail in these images simply astounded the prince, his attention being drawn to the bottom of the stack. It appeared to be a drawing of himself, except the form was something never known to the Saiyans before. Thick fur covering his body, except for the robust pectorals, abdominal muscles, and palms of hands. The hair upon his head longer more mane like to frame his angular features set by fierce eyes. A tail. This form had a fully formed and seemingly functional Saiyan tail.

“Whats….this?” He questioned bringing the sketch to lay before Bulma. Choking down a bite of fruit, she cleared her throat before taking the thin parchment in hand.

“Well you remember the higher level of power I mentioned? Due to having a tail once more and exposed to moon light?” The skeptical prince nod slowly. “Well this is that form. It was impressive but I think there is something beyond this obtainable even without your tail.” She sat the drawing down, taking another bite of fruit. Her words excited him, could there really be a form to surpass that? If there was to be a higher form of power and transformation , would take a different method of training.

“Any way Vegeta, I quite like that color on you.” She grinned, eyeing the grey leather skin now wrapped around his waist. The prince rolled his eyes, with an exasperated sigh, “Woman do hurry, I still wish for you to contact Kakarot and instruct him to bring his eldest son along with his female companion here.”

“Hmn?” Bulma looked to him with question, “Why?”

Vegeta ran his hands through his hair out of frustration and hint of embarrassment, “Look just do it. You will understand soon enough,” he said curtly.

He sat down at her desk, gently moving her papers away to begin writing. Bulma shrugged letting him to do as he will, she brought her bike out to ride to the ship to send the message. In the peace of her short absence Vegeta wrote detail instructions of the reinvented Saiyan mate bonding. Hopefully Gohan’s scholarly nature will help in the interest of this subject.

The abrasive sound of her bike pulled from away from writing, luckily he had just finished up. He made his way to greet her before getting properly dressed. “Are they coming?” Bulma smiled with an excited nod, “Yup Goku is even going to bring ChiChi!” He slid on a pair of shorts, handing the grey pelt to Bulma. Kakarot bringing his mate would actually be quite agreeable to Vegeta’s motives.

“What were you writing hon?” Bulma cocked her head inquisitively looking down to the sheets of paper with what appeared to be instructions and diagrams. She pressed the rolled pelt against her chest to breath in the aroma left by their previous night. Vegeta came behind to wrap his thick arms around her thin waist pulling her close to whisper in her ear, “This woman is how I will renew the once dead Saiyan culture. I will teach Kakarot and his son, with any luck they will par take in this revitalization.” He grinned while planting a kiss upon her shoulder where he left his mark.

“Really?” Furrowing her brows with her worried tone, could he now be back on track to restarting his tyrannical path? Her worries pushed away with his voice interrupting her scattered thoughts, “Yes my people lost what made them unique aside from our strength. I need to teach those who share Saiyan blood and heritage about the past before time of constant war.” He turned her to face him, seeing to shadow of worry and doubt upon her fine features. “Set aside your worries. I am not seeking to rule anything, I just do not want the history of my people to die with me.”

The familiar sound of instant transmission came from near by. They were no longer alone on this wild world. ChiChi and Videl oohed and awed at everything around them. Vegeta whispered something to Bulma before going forward to meet the approaching group.

“Kakarot. Gohan. Come with me.” In hand he had his instructions as he flew down river to his previous camping site. The father/son pair flew close behind the prince, each carefully noting land marks along the way. Vegeta came to land on the familiar flattened area of the mountain, hearing his counterparts land behind him. “This is important. Kakarot I will speak slowly so as not to confuse you. Gohan read this as I speak.”

“Want something to eat ladies?” Bulma asked with cheerful bounce in her step. ChiChi and Videl cautiously partook from the table full of foreign foods, looking at one another in question. ChiChi spoke first, “Bulma, why are we here?”

“It’s a difficult answer for me to give honestly. I think Vegeta wants to teach the boys a thing or two about what it really means to be Saiyan. It makes sense if you think about it with Vegeta being the last of the royal blood line of his planet and Goku the only other last full blooded Saiyan. After them our children will be the ones to carry on the blood and history of the Saiyans.”

Videl turned bright red at the mention of children the older women took notice, both began to giggle. She had been dating Gohan for quite some time now and it seemed that a marriage proposal would soon becoming. The thought of children or even just the topic of sex still did not sit well with her. Sure they two love birds had fooled around but nothing close to ‘going all the way’.

“Oh sweetie don’t be embarrassed, we know that sooner or later Gohan will marry you and then babies will come.” ChiChi cooed excitedly at the thought of grandchildren. Videl continued to glow bright red eager to change the subject, “Any way…Bulma this place is amazing! What have you two been doing here?”

Bulma blushed with an excited tremble, “Oh you know…bickering and making up. The usual for us!” She fumbled with her cup, spilling some of her tea. ChiChi raised a brow a playful smirk spreading across her face, “Oh really Bulma. I think it is a bit more than that. Tell us what you have been up to.” Her eyes lit with excitement she typically lived vicariously through Bulma’s stories about Vegeta, Goku spent more time away than at home. It was almost an act of charity to talk shop about the bedroom with her.

“Fine,” Bulma sighed, “I will tell you.”

While Bulma shared her stories of roaming the country side and then the night Vegeta had arranged for her, Vegeta stood silently waiting for a reaction from the two younger Saiyans. Gohan spoke first, “Vegeta this is honestly odd. We already have ceremonies at home concerning taking a wife.”

He growled in response, “Idiot. You apparently aren’t much smarter than your father. This is more than just taking a person as a legal partner in life. What I am talking about is taking a mate for life. Earning your place by their side. Proving yourself as a worthy male. We are the keepers of the Saiyan blood lines and the history of our people.”

Gohan sat sheepishly silent thinking about what Vegeta had just said. Goku spoke up,” I get it Vegeta…something about this place it makes it seem right. I never earned anything from ChiChi…sure she got me to marry her and had a wedding but it did not suit me. I need to do this. Tell me what I need to do to prepare.”

Vegeta nod in approval. This was the reaction he had hoped for. “Good Kakarot. The three moons will be full together once more in six weeks. That is plenty of time to prepare. The hardest part I think will be you not going through all of your game meat in one day. You have to make it last. If you cannot make a large kill last you an appropriate amount of time, you cannot do the same for your mate. Do you understand? This is about acting like an adult.”

Goku nod before launching off down river to locate his own location to reside for the next 6 weeks. He was soon out of sight, leaving Gohan with Vegeta. “Look Vegeta I am sorry, I did not mean to belittle your traditions.”

“Our traditions.” He said shortly,” Look boy you are next in line to produce children. Do you want the history of the blood that runs through your veins and your future children to disappear with your father and myself.” Gohan dropped his head shaking his head.

“No Vegeta. I won’t let that happen. I think I feel it now. The sensation that dad mentioned…I haven’t felt anything like it since Earth had a moon. Tell Videl I will see her soon.”

Vegeta nod to the younger male. “Well I will see you in 6 weeks after you have taken a mate.” He paused, “She will have you won’t she? I know you two have not done anything like that before.”

Gohan froze. How the hell did he know they both were virgins. “Look boy, I know more that you could possibly know. I know things in ways you cannot possibly understand now. You should hold no shame for not just laying with any female willing to do so.”

Gohan flashed a smile before taking off up river, getting a compliment from Vegeta was a rare thing. He had to get started, there was much to do before night fall.

Then sun hung low in the sky when Vegeta turned to Bulma’s camp. The trio of woman sat around a small fire pit chatting and carrying on like hens. A lone slice of meat sat on the table wrapped up in clear plastic. His mouth watered as he eagerly unwrapped it before devouring it. His attention turned to the females, ChiChi and Videl seemed confused as to the whereabouts of Goku and Gohan.

“You both will seem them soon enough. Videl I need to speak with you.” He moved out of ear shot of everyone, waiting for the young woman to join him. She came to join him while Bulma and ChiChi continued to talk.

“Yes sir?” Videl asked softy, never having ever had a conversation with Vegeta this was uncharted territory for her.

“You have been with Gohan for some time now correct?” She gave a nod. “You plan on being with him for life?” Again she nod. Vegeta’s black eyes flashed with seriousness, “If you are going to commit to a man, a Saiyan man you need to do it with confidence. Being a mate to a Saiyan is not for the weak. Are you weak girl?”

Videl’s attitude flipped, “Look old man I fight side by side with Gohan. I died during the attacks of Majin Buu, all the time in other world I only thought of how to find him and return to his side.” She narrowed her eyes, continuing with a sneer, “You question me again and I…” She was at a loss for words.

Vegeta began to chuckle eventually morphing into an all out belly laugh. This girl would be a good match for the boy. She had fire in her belly and spirit a plenty. The human Saiyan hybrid produced a formittable life form, even at ¼ Saiyan she could produce a strong child. He left her to rejoin his wife leaving Videl confused.

“Well girls let me get you both set up for the night, Vegeta I’ll be back shortly!”

Sweat ran down his brow stinging his eyes as he fired yet another blast into the sky. Vegeta had been ramping up his training each day, he did not aim at anything on the planet. He sought to break up meteors and asteroids. Kakarot’s mate helped Bulma with daily chores while the younger female would explore. It had been right at a month since they had arrived to the planet and the females spoken for by Kakarot and Gohan were becoming anxious to see them.

The younger Saiyans were progressing well. Vegeta with his skill for stalking was able to check on them without interrupting them. Gohan surprisingly jumped head first into the preparations for his night with Videl. He had taken down massive animal in his first hunt and seemed to be well on his way on having a perfectly prepared pelt. He was a quick study.

Kakarot had chosen to stake out his territory on the rocky out crop adjacent a waterfall. He had to travel further to find a suitable location to store his game but somehow the idiot made it work. Both had their own way of doing things, which did not bother Vegeta. The more variety brought to the customs of the Saiyans it would add to the flavor overall in the history to pass on.

He stood in the center of the river, the cool waters running over his sore muscles. A disturbance in the current drew his attention to the bank of the river. Bulma stood there wrapped in a towel. It landed on the ground encircling her feet before to dipped a toe into the icy waters. Shivers ran up her body. Quickly she submerged herself making her way join him. Pressing herself against him for warmth, her erect nipples begging for attention. He cupped her full breasts, placing the tips of his fingers upon the rosy peaks. A low lusty moan slipping from her full flush lips.

From the thicket of tall grass near by they were being watched. Videl sat at first frightened to move for fear of being discovered by Vegeta and the mutual embarrassment, but now she was focused on what she was witnessing. Her heart was racing. She and Gohan had messed around a little but nothing like this. Videl felt a heat and unfamiliar sensation from between her legs. Without moving her eyes from the pair in the river she moved a hand to unbutton her shorts. Carefully and silently she pulled them down the length of her legs to kick them off. Her fingers found their way down to begin gently massing her pink nub between the tender folds of her flower.

Her fingers began moving faster in tight circles before pressing inwards to her core. Videl’s eyes locked upon Bulma now floating on top the water with legs spread and Vegeta’s eager mouth delivering kisses. With each one of Bulma’s moans, Videl pressed her fingers more deeply. She watched on, Vegeta pulling back to hover above the water. His erect manhood exposed to Bulma. Such a sight Videl had only saw in dirty movies that she had caught peaks of. How she wanted something like that. Vegeta pulled his mate from the water, to the river bank only a stones throw from Videl. The prince bent Bulma over, quickly taking her from behind. Videl was coming close to a high that she had never experienced before.

Bulma screamed in pleasure, begging for more from him. He took grip upon her bitten shoulder, pressing his finger tips into the depressed marks. His hips thrust faster and harder with each scream from Bulma. Her sweet honey dripped down from Bulma, coating them both. Videl now with her own fingers covered in her own sweet sticky substance felt a rush and release. An orgasm. Her first true orgasm. She continued to watch the Saiyan prince with his mate. The bouncing of her full breasts in a mesmerizing rhythm. What would that feel like? Would she have such an experience with Gohan?

Was is appropriate? Pleasuring herself and having such naughty thoughts with the night that Gohan would come to her and ask to be her husband and mate soon to be here? Videl carefully and silently returned her shorts to their appropriate location up her body. Crawling upon her hands and knees she snuck away from them. She slipped back unnoticed to camp, hearing what sounded like ChiChi in the shower.

Videl peered into the shower stall, ChiChi lathered up with fragrant soaps. Her hands rubbing and massaging her body. ChiChi slipped a hand between her legs show herself some special attention. So ChiChi takes care of herself as well? She silently stepped back to head to herself sleeping quarters. Bulma being prepared had individual private solid rooms packed that came in handy. Just as she was about to open her door a throaty voice startled her.

“Don’t you know it is impolite to spy on people during their private times?” Vegeta’s deep voice rang in her ears. Videl turned about the look of shock and embarrassment painted across her young face.

“I…I don’t know what you are talking about.” She stumbled over her words. Vegeta chuckled.

“Look I understand the urges and impulses of youth.” With a deep inhale he cocked an eye brow, “Plus you smell girl. Just keep your private times private.” He said walking away.

Videl disappeared into her shelter. She quickly stripped down and hopped into a sleeping gown. The sooner she would fall asleep it would be one night sooner to seeing her Gohan once more. Her youth and hormonally driven wet dreams grew stronger with each night.

She lay naked, fingers busy as work on herself as she watch a pair of women. A creamy skinned blue haired woman sucked upon the full breast of the raven haired beauty. Fingers of the blue haired woman worked themselves up into the burning core of the dark haired woman. Pumping and twisting her fingers searched for the spot to call forth an orgasm. Removing her mouth from the erect nipple down to the wet shining pearl to gently kiss and lay soft bites upon it.

Videl sat up moving to join them. She gently moved between them to drive fingers into them both. Each hand exploring a wet dripping honey pot; they brought their faces to kiss upon her breasts. Gentle sucking and biting each breast became adorned with a rosy erect nipple. As they tended to her breast they moved their hands to her wet pussy. She arched her back as climax over took her. Videl fell back, the faces of the two women came into focus. Bulma and ChiChi, both now taking turns tasting her sweet wet flower.

She sat up with a start covered in a cold sweat. Videl spellbound and confused pulled an oversized shirt on and exited her shelter. This was becoming ridiculous. Sure she had been horny before but this was next level weird. Peeping on the parents of a family friend, dreaming of her boyfriend’s mom and his friends mom- what was next? She had to talk to someone. Videl needed guidance in dealing with this personal issue.

She aimlessly walked around the edge of the lake, light of the moons in various stages of shape shone brightly. Videl nearly ran smack dab into the just landed Vegeta. He had just returned from scouting the two other Saiyans. An irritated snort from the Saiyan prince as he side stepped the zombie like girl. She ignored him, not even a glance to acknowledge his presence.

“What is with you girl?” He asked sorely, crossing his arms as he turned to face her direction. She jumped. Startled from the sudden realization that Vegeta was there. Composing herself she shrugged off his question before continuing to walk on.

Was this child ignoring him? No one ignores Vegeta, especially some Earthling brat. “I asked you a question, you would do well to show enough respect to give an answer.”

Videl spun around on her heels, crossing her arms to mirror his body language. “Look it isn’t your business and it wouldn’t be anything you understand.”

Vegeta sniffed the air catching her pungent scent heavy on the night air. “Well you smell like sex, shame, and stress. I don’t catch the scent of anyone but you so I suppose you haven’t been unfaithful to Kakarot’s son.” Videl’s eyes grew wide, this man was irritatingly accurate. She stumbled over her tongue to answer him back. “Look girl, find Bulma ask her for a sleeping aid. Meet me here in the morning. I know something that will help you out.”

He left her. He knew all too well her struggle with the urges of youth. The twisted thoughts that drove the one to achieve that highest of highs. As a young Saiyan and warrior under Frieza’s command they were trained to stay busy and never let a thought enter their minds besides training. He broke his pattern of restraint the first time he encountered Bulma on Namek. He would just need to help the girl block those thoughts for just a short while.

Videl carried a small boulder cradled in her arms as she walked her way up the mountain path. This is stupid. How will carrying rocks help me in any way? She found Vegeta at the top, standing in the center of the flattened peak. Jack ass. He wants all of these rocks up here. Why can’t he just fly them up or at least let me fly.

Vegeta eyed the small piece of Earth laid before him. The girl seemed displeased with her chore. Too bad. “Well I think you can do better girl. Get a larger one now, then the trip after that two of equally large size. The larger size and amount you can carry, the sooner the job will be done.”

“This is bull shit.” She muttered. Vegeta smirked. The girl was not supposed to enjoy the job. The busy work was just meant to exhaust her and keep her occupied. He waited a while before leaping to the foot of the mountain to meet her. Drenched in sweat she angrily glared at him as she picked up a rock of a slightly smaller size than before.

“No not that one. Pick up that one.” He pointed in the direction of a massive boulder no smaller than a full sized car. Her expression faltered before screaming at the top of her lungs. “Are you insane Vegeta? I cannot possibly lift that thing, much less carry it all the way up.”

Silently he made his way to the boulder, raising his energy with each step. He knelt down, his fingertips grinding their way into the rocky surface. As he hoisted the immense rock over his own head turned to face Videl. “Use all of your energy. Focus. Don’t die.” He launched the now meteoric object at Videl.

Her eyes grew wide. Screaming out with rage and fear from the depths of her being she threw up her hands, deflecting the boulder. It took flight, soaring until it found its landing place upon the mountain peak. She slumped to her knees, drained from such a massive amount of energy output. Dust drifting down from the mountain impaired her sight, she could not make out the form of Vegeta any longer. The closeness of his voice took her by surprise.

“I’m impressed girl. Guess you just might have what it takes to keep up with him yet.” He hovered above her, a hand out stretched to lift her up. She did not resist and simply was slung across his back. The cool gentle breeze running through her hair, drying away her sweat as she fell into a deep slumber.

Hours later she awoke to find herself under a tree near the campsite. Videl looked around to see no one else up at this hour. Looking down she realized that a pillow and blanket had been given to her. Feeling someone watching her, quickly she was to her unsteady feet.

“Calm down girl. It is just me.” Vegeta spoke stepping into view. “You fell asleep so I put you under the tree with those. You smelled so I did not figure you wanted to sleep in your bed before having a chance to clean up.”

He began walking away. Videl stood the realization of what Vegeta did for her occurred. He had kept her occupied and exhausted as to divert her attention from her carnal urges. He had helped her so she would not make a fool of herself in front of the others or embarrass Gohan. Maybe Vegeta wasn’t as big of a jerk as she had previously thought. Still riddled with exhaustion she laid her head down to allow sleep to take her once more.

Voices woke her. It was the sound of Bulma and ChiChi chatting over coffee. ChiChi seemed troubled.

“I don’t know Bulma, I just don’t think I can do it. I mean we are already married but…” She stared down into her cup in silence.

“What is it ChiChi?” Bulma looked perplexed as she tried to decipher her friends words.

“Well….I just don’t know if I want to. Look I am happy you and Vegeta were able to work things out but honestly Vegeta is more dedicated to you than Goku is to me….I mean he runs off the train at the drop of a hat. He only lives to be stronger. If he gets into a hard spot he doesn’t try to find a way to live, he would rather die and then train in other world- and maybe one day be wished back using the Dragon Balls. Yes Vegeta did sacrifice himself with the fight with Majin Buu, but that was the absolute last ditch effort after he gave his all to fight. He did it specifically for you and Trunks….Me and the kids are an after thought that just goes along with rest of the world….Hell Piccolo raised Gohan for the most part and Gohan raised Goten with me….”

Bulma took ChiChi by the hand, giving a reassuring squeeze. She could see her friend who is usually emotionally strong as stone about to break. She would not stop this break down. To break down allows for one to rebuild.

Vegeta watched from above. Never would his mate cease to amaze him. Even after all of the trauma she had endured in this life and the other, she still was able to summon her inner strength and pass it on to another. Hopefully Kakarot would not mess this up. His mate’s apprehension was understandable. He had only given general guide lines for what a mating or rebinding ritual would call for. The personal touches would take deep thought and planning.

He could feel the influence of the oncoming full moons move through his body. Tonight however he would not perform a ritual by fire to announce his commitment to his mate. That was for the others this night, he however would show his mate something spectacular.

ChiChi had composed herself. Videl had gone off to shower. He lowered himself near the pair of friends now chatting idly about how beautiful a bird was. Soon they would need to return home, Bulma’s birthday would be coming up and a party would be in order. Hopefully tonight would go well for Kakarot and his son.

“Oh good morning hon!” Bulma chirped coming to her feet, rushing over to wrap her arms around his neck. He could smell her. Heavy with desire he could tell she was eagerly awaiting time alone. Her hips pressed against his as she tightened her embrace. A kiss quickly laid upon his cheek before letting go she blushed as she returned to her seat. She knew that he could sense her mood.

“I am going hunting. We will depart tomorrow and I want fresh meat for the trip. I cannot eat another one of those horrid pre packaged meals while we travel.”

Bulma sweetly waved her husband off, returning her attention to ChiChi. This woman felt abandoned. Abandonment was something she had never felt. Sure she felt lonely but never did she feel ‘left alone’. Even when her heart told her that Vegeta had died or before that when he decimated innocent human lives at the World Martial Arts Tournament she did not feel like her husband had abandoned her. Sure she felt betrayed, hurt, and outraged but never abandoned.

“Look ChiChi, I cannot tell you what to do tonight. Just be honest with him about how you feel. Tell him what you have told me. However what we all need now is to relax! I have the perfect place to do it! Let’s get Videl and head that way!”

Vegeta locked eyes upon a grazing animal identical to his first kill upon this planet, his breathing deep and steady. He took care not to let any noise catch the animal’s attention. The beast jerked its head up, looking off into the distance away from Vegeta. A familiar scent hit his nose. Kakarot. The idiot had moved into a position that would allow his scent to travel down wind.

His ebony eyes catch a glimpse of Gohan atop a tree over looking the clearing where the animal grazed. The younger Saiyan crouched down, poised to strike the animal down. He met eyes with Vegeta and gave a slight nod.

Vegeta sprung from the shadows with a roar ripping through the silence. At the same instant, Kakarot mirrored his motions from the opposite direction, forcing the animal to bolt towards the water’s edge of the river and the waiting Gohan. Gohan slung himself from the tree top, crashing just short of reaching the panicking animal. The creature scrambled, running right into the waiting hands of Vegeta.

The prince, wrapped his mighty arms around the animal’s throat bringing it to lay on its side. His steady breath and the rumble deep within its chest seemed to calm the animal. Once the thrashing subsided, in a quick smooth motion he snapped its neck.

The three worked silently to part up the meat and prepare it for transport back to the camp site. As they worked, the heart was shared amongst them. The meat was parceled up and wrapped in the still moist hide and slung over Vegeta’s shoulder. The father and son pair stayed behind, knowing it was not time for them to return.

Unbeknownst to the Saiyans, so focused on hunting they were being watched. Bulma had sat up small cameras around the wilderness that she had explored. The three women watched intently. This was like watching a nature documentary, except the apex predator featured was the men closest in their lives.

ChiChi broke the silence first, “That was amazing….” She looked at Bulma with a near giddy expression, “They worked together for once! A well oiled machine and the planet was not even in danger!”

Videl stood in shock, having watched her boy friend, her likely future father in law, and Vegeta end the life of a animal. Vegeta who had recently been her mentor through this difficult time of separation killed the animal with his bare hands. She had never seen such a perfectly executed maneuver like that.

“It…it doesn’t bother you that they would kill something like that?” She quietly asked aloud, feeling two pairs of eyes on her.

“No honey, it doesn’t. They worked as a team to quickly and cleanly take down an animal which will provide all of us food. They were actually more humane than most slaughter houses on Earth. They quickly put the thing down and showed nothing but respect to the animal.” ChiChi said looking to Bulma, “Besides the only one who actually killed the animal was Vegeta, they all had their respective jobs. Vegeta is highly skilled and I trust he took over the hunt due to his experience. Goku can fish like no other but this is still pretty new to him as well.”

Bulma piped up, adding on to ChiChi’s statement, “Vegeta I hate to say it but it a natural born and bred hunter. With that comes skill in taking the life of another- he no longer kills for fun. That changed a long time ago. He has these skills because of his breeding and training, partially due to old traditions passed down. He is seeking to purify these traditions from how they were perverted in the later years of his families’ rule. You have nothing to fear from him, Goku, or Gohan.”

Bulma closed her camera viewer, knowing Vegeta would return soon. Hopefully night would fall and both of her female counterparts would be whisked away by their significant others for a night of romance. She smiled to herself, watching ChiChi nervously pace. Her friend was excited to welcome Videl into the family officially but the thought of what her little boy would be doing scared her.

“Alright ladies, I am going to go lie down and read for a bit. I’ll see you later.” She waved to her friends leaving them to prepare for their respective nights. She slipped into her private sleeping quarters that she had been sharing with Vegeta. Soon Gohan and Goku would take the girls off and she would be alone with him. Her eyes grew heavy and permitted herself to slip into a nap.

Once again Bulma was making her way to reunite with her family. The days were becoming longer and more arduous in her efforts to travel. She sure did miss Lear. It would be great to have a horse at this point. The vision of the young girl urging her to ‘to go with him’ kept replaying in her mind. Who was this young girl and was the ‘him’ in question Vegeta? Either way she would figure it out, her main concern was ensuring that Yamacha would not find her.

With the sun sinking down into the sky Bulma decided it would be better to stop for the night. The desert would be littered with hidden dangers come night fall. She found herself a small twisted thorn tree to hunker down under with a small fire stoked. As her eyes were about to fall shut the sound of multiple footsteps shook her into full alert. Quickly she smothered the fire with dirt before pulling her blade from her boot strap. Bulma pressed her back into the painfully spiked texture of the tree, holding her breath so as not to give away her position.

A familiar deep growl of a voice creeped into her ears, “Nice try woman.” Out of panic Bulma slung herself about face, ready to drive her blade deep into the intruder of her space. Her wrist was caught mid strike, the cold celestials light of the moon provided just enough light to reveal her visitor to be Vegeta. The blade released from her grip to drop down into the crust of the desert ground.

“What….” Bulma stammered in disbelief. She lowered her hand with his hand still wrapped around her wrist. Vegeta brought his opposite hand up to gently brush her against her forehead, still tender from her self-inflicted wound in effort to throw Yamcha off her trail. She winced at his touch but yet not shrinking away from his touch.

“You are pretty clever woman. “ Vegeta chuffed, “those two morons sent after you sure believed your little rouse.” He stepped back, scooping up what appeared to be a pair of ropes from the ground. The dust covered man, brought a pair of horses into view. One distinctive black stallion with a distinctive white marking on the forehead caught her attention. She rushed forward, causing Lear to jump a moment before settling down. Wrapping her arms around his thick neck with a welcoming nicker at her embrace.

“How did you find me..” Her voice trailed off layered with apprehension and fear. Did Yamcha’s goons track her this far and Vegeta beat them?

“The idiots sent after you were dispatched to whatever afterlife meant for them. I found you with my own skill. As far as the man who wishes to track you down, the trail should be more than cold. It would appear to anyone who found the pair that they had in fact located you and they were the casualties of horse theft.”

Bulma released her prolonged embrace of her hooved friend to kneel down, enclosing her weapon back into its leather cocoon. She righted herself, positioning herself back to her original spot under the thorny tree. “Pretty clever yourself Vegeta. Welp you found me. You can go away now. Thanks for bringing my horse back.” She wrapped her leather tarp about her shoulders, pulling her hat down over her eyes. Perhaps if she just ignored the man, he would just go away.

She waited, listening for his steps to move off and leave her alone. Soon her mind focused on the familiar rhythmic sound of Lears’ inhales and exhales. She lost her battle with exhaustion. The next sensation to overtake her body was being lifted up high into the air. Bulma scrambled, clawing her way to be released to onto her own feet.

“Damn it woman!” Vegeta spat, releasing his grip to drop the panicked woman to land on her hind end. He glared down to her. Trying to allow the deceivingly strong female extra time to sleep, he attempted to place her onto the back of her horse in his make shift sling. However she being on edge did not respond well and managed to dig her nails into his face.

“Oh you’re still here.” Bulma said flatly, noticing her handy work on his face. She hid any concern for his well being. For the life of her she could not figure out why this man would not just go away. Before he could pester her further, she would just confront the annoyance head on. She brought herself to her feet, squaring herself to face him. “Why won’t you just go away? I don’t need you.”

Without her detecting any motion or passage of time, he was intimately close to her. His lips within a hairs width of contacting her own, his breathless words sent a shock throughout her being, “I will never leave you.”

Bulma jolted into an upright position, propped up on her hands. Wide wild eyes looking up to meet Vegeta’s inquisitive onyx orbs. He could smell a variety of scents emanating from his apparently startled mate. “What’s with you woman? Did I interrupt anything?”

She flopped back onto her bed, mumbling to herself. “You were just an annoying heroic cowboy.”

Her words confused Vegeta. He dismissed her ramblings, “Night fall will be upon us soon. I presume the other females are going to be away for the night?”

Bulma smirked, “Yes Vegeta they will be playing along with the boys in this ‘reinvent’ Saiyan traditions you have orchestrated.” She sat up, swinging her legs to hang off the side of the bed. “So what are our plans for the night?”

Vegeta’s lips curled into grin exposing his now enlarged canines; he cocked his head to the side with a coy tone,” I have a few ideas.”

Thanks for reading! I will start working on chapter 12 soon as I can! As always thank you for the comments, C&C, ratings, and for taking time out of your busy life to read!
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