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A Taste of Blue Chikara (heat)

Hidden Strengths

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.

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