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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Flashback 7
Hell Hath No Fury

It started with an innocent inquiry. The gravity chamber control panel had been broken the day before.

"But how did it break Vegeta? Was it a ki blast? Did you punch it? Was it a bot?" She gestures for him to elaborate, not that she’d noticed anything particularly out of the ordinary with her husband’s responses, they just hadn’t been helpful. Vegeta had always been a rather quiet peculiar high maintenance brand of alien prone to all sorts of injuries and property damage though, so she also didn’t think much of it when she couldn’t get anything out of him other than,

"I don’t know. Training!"

She rolls her eyes, "Ok, training, well, is it just cracked or does it actually not work?"

He crosses his arms, "It’s cracked and it doesn’t work."

She sighs deeply. "Of course."

So, while he was off wherever it was that he later disappeared to, she went through the gravity room footage. She didn’t usually feel the need to pry anymore but how was she supposed to improve her brand new updates if she didn’t know how they were damaged in the first place?

She rolls through yesterday’s silent footage and doesn’t see him doing anything particularly reckless. Certainly not as self destructive as his routine used to be which was always a welcome relief. She fast forwards through his monotonous tempered movements until she sees the other Saiyan suddenly IT in. She isn’t surprised and even chuckles through the ensuing argument because she thinks she is watching her short angry little prince try to intimidate the happy-go-lucky Goku out of his personal space. Maybe it was Goku who broke it. There is no audio so she had no idea Vegeta wasn’t shouting, ‘Why are you here? Get out!’ but rather, ‘why are you late? I texted you an hour ago!’

Her smile begins to disappear though as she begins to realize she is missing something. The longer she watches their argument unfold, the deeper her confusion gets because suddenly Vegeta wasn’t yelling at Goku at all, he was… roughly pushing him back against the control panel ...which explains the ...broken.... then he was undoing Goku’s sash and then... Oh- oh my god. Her mouth drops open in disbelief. ...He’s fucking him. With a ferocity she was all too familiar with.

She is on her fifth cigarette by the time they are done and tears running in full stream down her face as she watches them sit there naked next to each other still in Super Saiyan, talking. Just... talking. And it makes her furious to see Vegeta laugh. That was such a rare thing from him. And to laugh… after that… She didn’t know if she wanted to scream or keep crying.

She keeps watching as whatever made Vegeta laugh also made him mad enough to try and cut Goku’s follow up short with a half hearted punch Goku disappears to avoid. He reappears moments later and they laugh again. And they fuck. Again. Even more desperately than before. With this look on their faces like no matter how many times, it would never satisfy either of them but they were too hungry, far too hungry, to stop.

So of course she spends the next nine hours systematically going through all of the footage. She learns they had been doing this more and more often over the last six months but that it had been going on for at least two years. She has also noticed Goku is always receiving. She wasn’t sure what to make of that; if it was a relief or if it made this so much worse because the look on her husband’s face as he drives into Goku over and over again was never anything less than an ecstasy she did not even realize she hadn’t been giving him and it is heartbreaking to watch him get that satisfaction so easily from someone else.

There is something else too underneath her tear streaked face, something more dangerous than heartbreak. It simmers there as she rewatches Vegeta crush their bodies tighter together against the control panel finally sending the crack she still needed to repair all the way through it.
Because of course, it really was none other than Goku wrapping his legs around Vegeta’s waist. It was Goku pressing his mouth to Vegeta’s neck like he was his. It was Goku ITing in almost always half naked and sometimes already on his knees. Goku. Someone she had trusted. Someone who was supposed to be a hero.

She goes through three packs as she watches all the footage from her Prince Charming’s pressurized sanctuary over and over again. And although her pain became exponential the more she saw she also can not help but wonder to herself who liked giving blowjobs more: Goku or herself? ...Or maybe it is Vegeta after all she thinks as she watches her husband go down on someone he claimed to hate with obvious confidence in a skill he enjoyed showing off. And he calls me vulgar. Clearly there was a lot about her husband’s sexual history she didn’t know.

She pushes away from the screen wishing for ten more packs and she still isn't sure who she was angrier at: her husband or her had-been best friend. Regardless, she empties out the ashtray, dries her tears, and takes the time to calm down in order to approach this rationally before marching up to Vegeta and throwing her wedding ring at him; kicking him to the proverbial curb which in their case would likely be a space ship.

Bulma was a passionate woman, but she was also a smart woman. She still had her half-Saiyan son to think about... She still had herself to think about, her company, her reputation.... And… Vegeta. How did he walk around like everything was fine? Like nothing had changed? Because things had changed. They had changed so much since he-

An agonizing memory lights up in her mind. Excruciating pain she never thought she could feel echoes through her body as she remembers exactly why things changed, why he began refusing to take a certain satisfaction from her. Even after four years.

It had taken months, nearly a year, just to build back up to the non-sexual intimacy they used to share and never once did he try to pressure her for more. Not once. He said it was enough for him, that it would always be enough if it meant never hurting her again. Because he couldn’t bare to hurt her again. So she never asked for more. She could see how much it pained him. How much it ate at him. How afraid he was. So she let him work his demons out in his own way even though she was ready to trust him again with more. She had been ready.

But… it wasn’t... enough. I didn’t know it wasn’t enough. Tears start running down her face again. Why didn’t he tell me it wasn’t enough? We could have worked through this, we could have- Suddenly she was wondering about all the other pieces of the relationship she had painstakingly built with him over the last ten plus years. Was that not enough for him either? Is he getting that from Goku too?

She asks this because in the end she decides, she can forgive carnal wants and needs. He is alien after all and I'm not getting any younger. But does he still love me? She needed to find out. Because that she could not forgive.

So that night she tests him. For the first time in four years, she presses him for more. She invites her husband to lay between her soft thighs and lap at her even softer folds as he so used to love to do; an act she reassures him he could never hurt her with. And he agrees. He agrees so eagerly that it was suddenly impossible, despite seeing the raw evidence, to doubt his loyalty to her. But her test was not over. She would find out decisively whether or not he was still hers.

She looks down at him and runs her fingers through his hair, her nails scratching his scalp drawing a deep velvety purring sound from him that she had so missed hearing… and she prays he does not fail, because if he fails she will have to confront him. If he fails they will inevitably argue, she is sure she will cry and more sure that he will leave. But if he passes…. God, I hope he passes... She smiles biting her lip through her toe curling orgasm wanting so desperately to forgive him for needing more than she could give him.

He crawls up towards her still licking his lips and brushes some of her hair away from her damp face before leaning in to kiss her. She runs a finger down the side of his face and neck. She holds his attention with her irresistible sky blue eyes. "Vegeta…” she lets her hand run further down to his evident arousal, “I want another baby." She says it quietly, hardly more than a loving whisper shimmering on the edges of her lips.

He starts and pulls back giving her a perfect view of it. The fear in his eyes. Nearly four years and he's still terrified to touch her for his own satisfaction. She expected that. He hasn't failed yet.

The night is long and quiet but eventually he gains the courage to say her name, his stomach twisting into knots with each passing moment.

"I trust you. It's been long enough. I trust you." She kisses his nose with each purse of her murmuring lips, "I want you. I want another baby with you."

Stupid woman, you trusted me last time too. But he can't find it in himself to resist her when she looks at him like that. Within moments he is inside her, silently admitting that he wanted another too; that he, evil foreign mass murderer, had grown to love his accidental family.

She is sure she has never held him so tightly because, he passed! And the resulting sex was mindblowing.

She decides though, as he sleeps next to her, that she would still have to confront the other Saiyan. He was the one bending over for Vegeta after all. She needed to make sure he knew exactly where he stood.

---

Goku grinds his teeth with irritation as he works in the fields. He is troubled, unreasonably and unexpectedly so, because he recently figured out that Vegeta is sleeping with his wife again. He didn’t realize they hadn’t been before, but he definitely knew they were now because he could smell and taste her all over him all the time: her sickeningly sweet perfume and strawberry shampoo on his neck, his face, his chest, his arms, even his- No, especially his-

And it drove him crazy! It was just so ahhhg! It bothered him! And it bothers him that it bothers him. Because... Bulma is his wife and they're supposed to do that. It shouldn’t matter to him what Vegeta does with his wife. And yet it did matter and he found himself licking, biting, sucking, eating that scent off of Vegeta, trying to replacing it with his own every chance he could. It felt carnal and good and he wanted her to know without knowing, that he did it better, that at the end of the day Vegeta still always came back to him.

He frowns deeply at the fresh memory of noticing not her smell this time, but marks. Vegeta had faint scratch marks running down the length of his back that he was clearly unaware of. Did Bulma ever do that before? Goku can’t remember but he doesn’t think so.

The same memory also makes him smile though, because he had in response done his best to cover those marks with his own and his were much better than hers. Deeper, redder, longer; from his shoulders to the dimples in his lower back. Making them was completely worth almost losing consciousness as Vegeta attempted to choke him out in order to get him to stop despite having this look like he really didn’t want Goku to stop. More than worth it because as a result Goku found out he kinda liked the choking thing too.

Of course Vegeta hadn’t been the happiest about it as he later eyed Goku’s handiwork in a mirror...

***

“What the fuck Kakarot?” he touches the not quite bloody streaks and shoots the other Saiyan a look. “What is this? Did you do this with ki?”

He avoids Vegeta’s glare and does a bad job hiding his mischievous smile, “I dunno. I thought you liked it.” And, yes he had done them with a little help from his ki because Bulma couldn’t use ki.

“Yeah well-” ...I did kind of like it, but- “What the fuck are you trying to do? This is even worse than what you did to my neck last week. We’re going to run out of Senzu at this rate!” he holds out his hand expectantly.

Goku silently admires the damage he did and lies in order to save it, “...We already did.”

“Fuck! Are you serious?” He exasperates.

Goku nods innocently.

“Ahhg! I won’t be able to take my shirt off for a fucking week with this!” He says before stomping off.

...Take that, Bulma.

***

He is in the fields today though, because above all these things, the smells, tastes and marks, what bothered him most was that Vegeta had just told him No today. It had been years since Vegeta said No and he doesn’t want Vegeta to stop sleeping with him just because he’s sleeping with his wife. He is upset and bothered by it all and he doesn't understand what this feeling is trying to tell him. It is so unfamiliar and he can’t figure out what to do about it so he just goes back to his fields at Paozu and waits for Vegeta to break. Like he used to.

He waits and waits and suddenly it’s been months but Vegeta just keeps saying, “No” like it was suddenly so easy for him. And it must be, because sometimes he even laughed in Goku's face when he asked if they could spar.

Goku thinks though, as he comes over today only to drop off his smallest son at Capsule Corp. to play with Trunks, that it is only a matter of time. She can’t go Super Saiyan when you're feelin’ more than usual. He knows Bulma can't satisfy Vegeta the way he can. No one could. Not to mention, Vegeta hasn't smelled like her in weeks. He was going to break. Soon.

Thoughts like those give him some peace of mind while he waits, especially now as he sees her walking around Capsule Corp. four months pregnant just waving her happiness in his face, because in the end Goku is right. Vegeta does break. Vegeta always broke.

Goku has two fingers to his forehead. He is about to disappear back to Chi Chi when Vegeta stops him to casually mention that it was, in fact, the perfect day for a spar despite Goku making no such comment on the matter today.

Goku wants so badly to refuse out of spite, but the feeling is fleeting. He wants Vegeta more than he wants revenge. So instead he sits down at the table and joins him for lunch before breaking off to space.

Trunks and Goten zoom past the kitchen down the hall. There's a distant sound of something shattering and Bulma, who is so kindly letting Goku eat at her table despite knowing exactly what ‘Let’s spar today, Kakarot’ meant, throws a look to her husband that has him rolling his eyes and standing up to go investigate the possible cause of such a noise.

"It was probably Kakarot's brat." He mutters as he leaves the room.

"Probably was." Goku can't help adding through a full mouth.

"Goku~" He hears Bulma pleasantly sing song his name and he looks at her with a smile that disappears as soon as he sees the expression on her face. She looked like a snake after it has stalked quietly through the tall grasses and finally revealed itself to a cornered prey. Confident, venomous, deadly.

"It's been too long since we've talked, just you and I. We used to do that all the time, remember? All the adventures we had together?"

"Yes..." He swallows.

"I remember when you were just a backwoods kid with a tail that totaled my car.”

He tries to laugh away the sudden feeling that something was wrong, “You tried to shoot me because of that.”

“I certainly did.” She leans back with a warm cup of coffee in her hands and now he’s a lot more anxious because she seemed particularly pleased about his remark. “It was so much simpler back then, wasn’t it? Where have all the years gone?"

"Heh… yeah… I guess they do seem to... fly by.” He tries to change the subject, not quite sure what she was trying to say in the first place, “I think Goten will even start school next year..."

"Does he?” she blows the steam away and takes a slow sip without breaking eye contact. “They grow up so fast, don’t they?"

"They...do." He instinctively reaches his hand behind his head very aware now that he was missing something. She recognizes the nervous tick she has seen so many times and closes her eyes with a satisfied smile that she had him right where she wanted him.

"Probably wouldn't kill you to spend more time with your kids, would it?"

"Ha ha... Bulma.” He furrows his brows despite smiling, “that’s kinda rude-"

"Instead of training with my husband."

"I- well... you know how seriously we take... training." He squirms in his chair as he desperately began seeking his way out of the trap he now knew he was being lured into.

"Is that so? You take your training seriously?”

“...Y-”

“And exactly what, Goku, are you training for?”

“... defeating... bad-”

“Because it looks to me” Bulma leans across the table and tilts her head as her smile drops, “like you are training for a very successful career in pornography.”

His heart beats through him, then stops and there is a long uncomfortable pause, "How-"

"I'm a genius Goku, that should be enough. But if you must know” she says quietly, as if she were divulging a naughty but harmless secret “you two should stop fucking each other in the Gravity Chamber. ….That I built! ...It has a surveillance system!" She slams her coffee cup down in front of her spilling some of it on the table. She inhales and exhales sharply before mustering the energy to continue glaring at him.

He cringes at the humiliation of realizing that meant he’d been being caught on tape, that Bulma has seen just how successful that career would be. (Very). He braces for more yelling but it never comes. She sits there stone faced and resumes sipping calmly on her coffee.

"You're not... mad?"

She laughs dryly "Oh, no Goku. I’m not mad. I am Fu~rious. But that doesn't matter.” She sighs, “Because you're Saiyans. Super Saiyans. I can’t stop you. No one can stop you. You can do whatever you want, can’t you?"

He's never felt so cornered and so powerful at the same time and he nods cautiously because she was right. They could. They always did.

"Yes. It certainly does seem that way, doesn’t it?” His brows crinkle at her condescending tone, “But... I imagine your wife still doesn't know, does she?"

Panic streaks across his face as he stiffly shakes his head.

“Mhm. So tell me, this... ‘Training’... that you two do… is it just… fucking?”

“I- what?” he stammers at her crude language unprepared to answer such a vulgar question.

“Is it? Because if it’s not just fucking, if you two are planning on running away together or doing some bullshit Saiyan bonding ritual I don’t know about then I need to go get my husband, you need to call your wife and we all need to have a very different conversation.”

It already hurt that Vegeta made a point to say it all the time. ...Don’t make me say it too.

“I need to know, Goku. He is my husband after all.” He remains quiet so she prods him a little further, “Please, I want to keep this conversation just between us and it will be so much easier if you’re honest with me.” She says with an earnest face belying that she already knew the answer; she just really wanted to hear him say it.

“...Yes.” He says softly. “It’s just...”

She waits but he never finishes the sentence. Close enough. Bulma nods and takes another sip of her coffee letting silence hang in the air as Goku avoids her gaze. “That’s good to hear. Do you know why?”

He shakes his head.

She smiles, “Of course you don’t. So let me break it down for you." They both turn their heads at the sound of something crashing in the other room and she decides to keep her threat short and sweet, “Pay attention Son Goku, Legendary Super Saiyan,” she says sharpley, narrowing her eyes at him making him feel not at all like the legendary Super Saiyan, “It’s good because it means you can just keep fucking each other. You can and I won’t say a word to Chi Chi.” She watches him relax slightly and takes the opportunity to go in for the kill, “But so help me god, if you try to make this something it’s not? If you try to take him away from me and my son? ...my kids? Oh, Goku” she smiles with pitiless contempt, “I will destroy your life and make sure that whatever you think you have with him…? You don’t.”

And just like that their friendship which had been slowly tapering towards acquaintanceship abruptly halted because no one homewrecks Bulma Briefs and gets away with it. Not the hero of the universe, not anyone.

He opens his mouth to respond then closes it again as Vegeta walks back in the room holding the collars of two small trouble making children with sour looks on their faces.

He was going to make a smart remark about how Kakarot's runt did actually start it but the strangely silent moment he just walked in makes him reconsider. It is rare that his wife is so quiet and even rarer that Goku isn't shamelessly dumping food into his body.

"What were you talking about?" He let's go of the two halves to a whole problem.

Bulma's eyes shine brightly at her husband, "Goku was just suggesting what a great idea it would be for you two to bring Trunks and Goten along on your training today. I'm sure they could use a chance to burn off all that energy." Goten and Trunks' faces light up. Vegeta is too distracted by his own shock to try and stop them from bouncing off the walls nearly pissing themselves with joy.

"Wh- you did?" The look he gives to Goku says nothing short of 'why the fuck would you suggest something like that?'

"Yes." Goku forces out a response.

"It would give me and my parents a few hours of peace and quiet finally..." She stands up and stretches her back, emphasizing the gentle curve that is just starting to show. "I could really use a break, Vegeta." She can see him melting under her gaze and knows he won't argue with her now.

He turns his attention to the two half Saiyans who are running wild around the kitchen exploding with various excited exclamations. "Sure... we can bring them..."

And that was how they ended up getting cockblocked by their kids with Vegeta holding Goku fully responsible for it. It took six hours to finally train the two tiny hellions into exhaustion. The next stop, naturally, was to look for a place in a busy alien metropolis with familiar food capable of feeding four unruly Saiyan appetites.

"So tell me Kakarot, the curiosity is eating at me, why did you suggest bringing our children? Not that it didn't end up being good training..." He looks up towards Trunks who has passed out on his shoulders, his head resting on Vegeta's pushing his normally neat pointed spikes in different directions. "But it wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I suggested we spar."

Goku inhales deeply. He tries to think of a good answer that Vegeta won't immediately call him on but he's never been particularly adept at lying. He's lucky Chi Chi never bothered questioning him about where he goes and has remained perfectly content with being irritated about an answer as simple as 'training.' The guilty confession ends up falling right out of him.

"I didn't... She knows."

Vegeta stops walking and stares at Goku. "What do you mean... ‘she knows?’"

"I mean she, your wife, Bulma, knows about our 'spars.'"

He pushes Goku's shoulder so they're face to face. "What?! You told my WIFE?!" He struggles to keep his voice down despite his sleeping son.

"No. She already knew." Goku continues walking and keeps his eyes on the strange array of shops trying his best to have more interest in food than in continuing this argument.

"How?! How could she have known?" he threatens him with a look. “If our kids weren't here right now, Kakarot, I swear I would k-!”

"Cameras. In the gravity room." Out of the corner of his eye he sees Vegeta's posture drop and whatever quip he had lined up get shamed into silence. "Yeah, now who's the idiot?"

"It's still you!" he snaps back. "Fuck. How long has she known? We’ve been fucking in there for- fuck! For like two y-! Fuck! When did she find out?! I didn’t think those fucking things still worked!”

"I dunno, I didn't ask." He stops in front of a place that looks fairly promising with enormous steaming drums of what look like noodles out front.

"Why not?” Goku rolls his eyes in response, “Tch! Why do I even bother? Might as well just fuck me and all my conditions. I'm sure you'd love that." His comment earns him a stern look from Goku assuring Vegeta that he’d pissed Goku off. An uncomfortable silence hangs between them as Goku tries to figure out a response to that until someone quietly mutters, ‘Fuck.’

Vegeta’s ear twitches with uncertainty. Wait, did Kakarot just- He turns his head only to find Goten staring at him with a wide smile and Goku looking like he was about to have a stroke. Goten had woken up and decided to signal them in the worst possible way that their conversation was now over. Vegeta would have to deal with the knowledge that Bulma knows and didn't try to kill him at another point in time.

"Goten?" Goku looks up at his son who is now repeating the word over and over again. "Goten, stop saying that! Goten-"

"Why?" Goten was now bouncing up and down on Goku's shoulders, with one of his tiny hands curled into Goku's spikes. Vegeta scoffs at the glaring similarities between him and his son and it gives him a terribly entertaining idea to get back at Goku for something he knows isn't really Goku’s fault.

"It's a ba-"

"Goten." The gruff voice catches his attention more immediately.

"Ya?"

"Do you want me to teach you more Saiyan words?"

"It's a Saiyan word?!" his mouth drops and Vegeta nods with a grin.

"No! Goten, don’t- it's not Saiyan-!"

"How can you deny him? Your son is clearly a natural with the language."

"Vegeta” he points, “don't you da-"

"Goten, say 'Fuck you, Kakarot.'"

And he does. Gleeful grin and all. His small feet bumping against Goku's chest with excitement.

"Vegeta! Why - Ahg! You are so-! What is wrong with you?!" He lifts his son off his shoulders and sets him on the ground. He kneels in front of him to scold him gently about 'Saiyan' language.

Goten nods at his father and falls quiet for a few moments reflecting on the new information he has received. Some words... are bad... and those words... are Saiyan? It doesn't make much sense but he nods and goes along with it because he knows that's what he's supposed to do. As he is lifted back up to his father’s shoulders he turns his head and quietly whispers to Vegeta who follows behind them into the restaurant, "Fuck you, Kakarot."

‘Perfect.’ He mouths back with a smirk.

A/N: Ty for the feedback Trista, I've tried to go back and correct the errors in previous chapters that I could find. I have a tendency for paragraph long sentences, ah! So, even if I look over them, sometimes things still escape me and it helps when ya'll readers let me know. :)

Side note, the multi-chapter updates will stop once the flashbacks stop. So, don't worry, there's still plenty of time for anticiaption. We've got like ehhhh forty or so more chapters to go and only three more flashbacks. Oof. We have yet to hit the critical pivot point of the story. :D
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