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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 26
Previously…
Bulma discreetly meandered through the crowd so that she was walking head on towards Vegeta. He would have no choice but to talk to her. Her heart pounded as they walked closer and closer to each other. This was it. Finally. She had to make sure to convince him to come see her. What if he didn't though? Oh god. She thought to herself, he was just feet away from her.
She looked away to the right as if she were observing something interesting and walked right into him.
"Would you watch where you're going, you stupid woman?" he bellowed at her angrily.
"I am sorry, sir." She replied nervously looking right at him. He looked so angry; the look he was giving sent a wave of fear down her spine.
He paused for a moment and looked right into her eyes. He blinked a few times in what Bulma hoped was recognition, but her heart sank as confusion clouded his features and then he scowled dangerously at her. "Whatever." He mumbled and kept going.
"Hey, wait!" Bulma said, shaking her head and remembering the plan. She turned quickly and grabbed his arm.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed, yanking his arm back viciously and turning angrily at her. "You dare to touch me?"
"I am sorry, sir." Bulma rambled; she had never been on this side of his temper. He looked like he was going to strike her. "I have an urgent message for you though."
"What's that?" He growled furiously.
"Bulma sends her regards." She said quickly, handing him a small piece of paper and running up the street and losing herself through the crowd before she could read his response. She just hoped with every fiber of her being that this worked.
Vegeta frowned heavily and watched the strange woman take off through the crowd in confusion. Something about her; those eyes. He knew those eyes and without further thought quickly followed after her. She hadn't gotten very far. Once he reached an arm's length away from her he reached out and grabbed her.
Bulma squealed. Shit! She thought to herself in panic. This was not part of the plan. He grabbed her and shoved her roughly against a brick wall, ignoring the attention he was drawing to them.
"Who are you and how do you know that name?" he growled dangerously.
"I. I am. I'm-" She stuttered in fear.
"Speak up!" he bellowed, shaking her.
"I am only a messenger." She replied, refusing to look at him. If she did, she would blow her cover. They could not do this here. Not now out in the open. It was not safe. "Please, follow the directions in the note I gave you."
"And why would I do that?" he scoffed.
"Please, just do it. For her." She pleaded. "I promise. You'll be glad you did. She lives."
Vegeta glared at her dangerously, very unsure of what to make of this woman. He loosened his grip on her and took her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
Despite knowing it was a bad idea, Bulma boldly looked back at him fearlessly. They stared at each other for a long moment, neither one saying a word. She could not read him. His features were stone cold, not giving anything away. He had changed so much in the last eight months! His neck and shoulders looked broader and thicker than she remembered. There was no warmth to him; his features harsh and more drawn together, yet he was still as handsome as she remembered.
Vegeta continued to look at this woman in wonder; her eyes seemingly pleading with him for something. He did not want to admit it; he did not want to succumb to wishful thinking for the impossible but for the moment he allowed wishful thinking to overrule everything else. He knew those eyes. He even recognized the familiar scent. "Woman?" he asked her almost breathlessly as he slowly processed this information.
"Hello." She replied in relief, her voice cracking with emotion. He had figured it out.
He frowned at her. "What the hell? How?"
"Vegeta, not here." she said to him quietly. Thankfully no one had taken much interest in them. Those who had been gawking had gotten bored.
"Where?" he asked, looking at her as though he was looking at a ghost. He looked lost.
"Follow the directions I gave you." She replied. Oh, God. This is so hard. She thought to herself. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and never let him go, but they could not do this here. "Come find me and I will explain everything."
"It is you." Vegeta said. It was a statement of confirmation, not a question. He could not believe this.
"It is." Bulma nodded, trying to keep her own emotions in check. "We can't do this here."
Vegeta nodded in understanding and let her go. He looked down at the piece of paper she had given him, thankful he had not dropped it. Come to the Tri-star Inn. Room 205. In one hour. Do not delay.
"See you then." She said, slipping away from him, leaving him standing there in wonder and watching her disappear into the crowd.
Vegeta continued down his original path. He had to check into his hotel and then to Lord Frieza. He decided to shower and change and then hurry to where the note said to be. He shook his head repeatedly. How could this be? He kept asking himself.
One hour later…
Bulma had gotten herself ready. She had brushed her hair into place flawlessly and redid her makeup, keeping it tastefully not over done. She even changed her clothes. She was wearing a beautiful nude and black lace off the shoulder dress, giving the appearance that she was naked underneath the lace. It came down to just above her knee and had gathers on one side, flattering her figure.
She had a small meal and a bottle of wine brought up for them and was now waiting impatiently for him to arrive, pacing the room nervously. He wasn't due to arrive for another twenty minutes. What was she going to do for another twenty minutes? Her stomach was in knots. What if he decided not to show up? Or what if he didn't want her anymore? She gasped as she heard a knock on the door.
Bulma raced to the door and opened it slowly. She was relieved to see it was Vegeta. He looked as regal as ever, wearing a black flight suit underneath his formal armor. "Hi."
"Hi." He replied looking at her strangely, taking in her appearance. She had cut all her hair off. She was still breathtakingly gorgeous though.
"You're early." She said awkwardly.
"I am." He nodded. "Are you going to let me in or should I leave and come back later?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"No, no! Don't go. Please," Bulma said awkwardly, gesturing to for him to come in. "Come in. I ordered some food and some wine." She said, closing the door.
He watched her closely. This was crazy. He was almost half expecting her to vanish at any moment, that this was just another game his mind was playing with him. He could not help but notice how beautiful she looked in that dress. She was just as striking as he had remembered; still delicate and feminine as always. He noticed almost immediately that her arms were nicely toned and her posture was better. Good. Maybe she was still training. He thought to himself. She looked well and that relieved him.
Bulma smiled shyly, not knowing what to say to him. She went to grab them both a glass of wine. "Here." she replied handing him a glass.
He took it and took a sip, still watching her skeptically. "How?" he asked her, so quietly she had to strain her ears to hear him. "I saw. I saw the ship get blown up. I tried for days to reach you through the bond."
"When you told me to go, that your father and Lord Frieza had discovered you, I tried to leave the ship to help you." Bulma started.
"I told you to leave." He growled.
"I know, but I couldn't." she shrugged. "I couldn't bear the thought of leaving you. I tried to leave to help you but Kakarott knocked me out and placed me inside an escape pod and then left. Bardock warned him that Frieza may blow up the ship, so he set it on autopilot and made it to the same escape pod he had placed me in and programmed it to head to Vegas.
"Apparently it was rough, and it barely made it through the turbulence of the blast, but we made it. We landed there-"
"One week later." Vegeta murmured in understanding, dreading having to now confront his gross error.
"Right." Bulma nodded. "I did try to let you know."
Vegeta looked down at his feet. "Bardock told me he had warned Kakarott. I tried for a week to get a hold of you and felt nothing. What was I to think?" he replied sharply. "After I saw the ship blown, I was beaten and ridiculed then denied any medical attention for two days. After which I found myself on Frieza's ship and subjected to having to go along with whatever he wished."
"I'm sorry. I tried." Bulma said. "I tried and you shut me out."
"I know." He snapped.
"Why?" she asked. "Why would you do that?"
"I did what I thought was the right thing at the time." He replied.
"Alright. I understand that, but I tried for months, Vegeta."
"I thought you were haunting me."
Bulma shrugged. "I guess in a way, I was. But at some point you had to wonder-"
"I did what I did so as to not lose myself in my grief." He snarled at her. "Bulma, I saw you blown up. I assumed after no response from you, that you were gone. It felt to me like we had never bonded. Then when I did hear you, I assumed it was the effects of the bond being severed or that perhaps you were haunting me from the afterlife."
"But I begged and pleaded with you." Bulma argued. "Surely you felt something?"
"No." he replied, shaking his head. "I put up a wall in an attempt to sever our bond and anything I did hear I simply ignored."
"I know." Bulma replied harshly, crossing her arms. "Do you even know how much that hurt? That I could feel your anxiety and sadness and anguish but to not be able to comfort you because you decided to put up a wall and ignore a bond we forged?"
Vegeta shrugged. "What do you want me to say? I did what I did and what is done cannot be undone."
"That's it?" Bulma snipped at him. "Vegeta, you have no idea what I have been through over this!"
"And you have no idea the kind of hell I have been through these past eight months!" he snarled back. "I thought the only person whom I have ever given a damn about was dead after mere hours of consummating our union. I have had to limit my training to keep my ultimate potential hidden all this time to keep anyone else from knowing. I have my father breathing down my neck to mate with someone I loathe with a passion, which by the way, it was her that saw you and Kakarott board the ship and went running to my father and Lord Frieza so they knew all along that I had attempted to send you away. You have her to thank for all this. If it hadn't been for her, you and Kakarott would have been long gone before anyone had noticed and all of this could have been avoided.
"I have been sent to hell and back on every vile mission Lord Frieza could conjure up for me. You cannot fathom the things I have had to do; the pillaging and destroying of planets, murdering entire families. Things I swore to never do again after I left that miserable bastard the first time. I have had to endure all of that and put up with all of his sick innuendoes and act as though I am alright with it, pretending to be loyal when all I can think about is destroying him. All because my father consented that I return to that life as punishment for taking you as my mate. And on top of everything else, I have lived these last eight months in anguish with the thought that I had failed you-"
"You didn't fail me." Bulma interrupted. She was nearly in tears at hearing everything he had been through. How had everything gone so wrong? It was so unfair! He didn't deserve this.
"Let. Me. Finish. Before you go running off at the mouth." He growled. "I have spent these last eight months agonizing over everything I could have done different so that you could have been safe. I have blamed myself repeatedly. That one time I spoke with you I vowed to you that I would take care of everyone who had caused this. I blocked you afterwards so as to not allow you to be a distraction to me and from my goal in avenging both Kakarott and yourself. I am nearly ready to destroy all of those who have wronged us.
"I now find out that you are very much alive and well after eight months of believing otherwise. Think what you want, but that grief and hatred kept me very much alive and motivated. Until today, I believed that it was that hatred that kept me alive and kept me from succumbing to the depression of a severed bond. I guess I was wrong in more ways than one, but I will not apologize for it. I blocked you out to keep myself focused instead of pitifully wallowing like some fool. That is why I did what I did and I would do it again."
"Even if you knew I was alive?"
"What does that even matter at this point, Woman?" He asked angrily. "I have told you before that personal attachments are nothing but a nuisance and that I can never afford to have any sort of personal attachment to anyone. I quite vividly remember having that conversation with you before I let myself develop any foolish sentiments to you.
"I allowed myself that luxury and look where it got me? Never mind that, look where it got you? Nearly needlessly killed! It left me in a state of depression I would have mocked anyone for having before I met you. It is something that has been beaten into me since my mother passed, and now I understand it completely: Emotional attachments are nothing more than a weakness and should never be allowed."
Bulma nodded, trying to both hold back the tears she felt threatening to fall and process everything he had just said in his angry tirade. "So you regret everything. Everything that we shared and what I thought we meant to each other. You regret all of it."
Vegeta huffed and shook his head. "I never said that."
"You might as well have!"
"Out of everything I just told you, that is what you got out of it?" he asked in disbelief.
"No, not out of everything, but I got that loud and clear, Yeah."
"Woman." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Bulma. I do not regret you or anything we shared. I do not regret the decision to take you as my mate. I was very proud to take you as my mate; I even told my father as much in front of Lord Frieza, Asia and all of the elders. What I regret is what happened and the weakness my caring for you has created in me."
"Well, I don't see how it's a weakness since you said my supposed death fueled you all these months. You said you had to struggle to hide your full power now and that you are nearly ready to face them, so I assume you ascended and are able to change into what I saw easily now? How could I possibly be perceived as a weakness to you if you thinking I was dead fueled you to make that much progress in such a short time?"
"I have ascended." He nodded, ignoring her question.
"Good." Bulma said. "I'm glad you finally reached your goal. I am sorry it wasn't under better circumstances."
They sat there in silence for several moments, neither one knowing what to say to the other. Vegeta sighed and slowly walked up to her, "I am glad you are alright." He said looking intensely at her.
"Thanks to Kakarott, I am." She said, feeling nervous as he approached her. Now that he had opened up to her everything he had been through these past months, she noticed an almost half crazed look in his eyes. He had told her when they had first met that he had barely left Frieza's service the first time with his sanity intact. She wondered briefly how much of a toll this go round had taken on him. He needed to get out of there. Maybe there was a way he could leave with her. She feared what it would do to him if he had to stay any longer.
Vegeta nodded, once again looking her over. "How is the clown?"
"He's good!" Bulma said with a smile, avoiding his heated gaze. "He mated with a friend of mine and they are expecting their first child. He's here too and is very anxious to see you as well."
Vegeta nodded again and quickly reached for her, pulling her up against him harshly before she had a chance to react. He could not stand it any longer; he had to touch her. He studied her silently, with an unreadable expression on his face. He bent down and kissed her gently on the lips, waiting for her to respond.
Bulma kissed him back. Carefully at first and then opened her mouth, allowing him access, which he took immediately, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She moaned as he kissed her deeply and longingly as though his very life depended on it. She reached up and placed a hand on the side of his face and kissed him back with just as much intensity. Oh, how she'd missed this! Missed him; the feeling of having his strong arms around her. She relished the feeling of kissing him and being in his arms again, where everything was right and exactly as it should be and nothing else mattered but being with him. Why couldn't their life be just this simple? No Frieza, no King or Asia coming between them; no one and nothing. None of it mattered. She sighed into him as he deepened the kiss even further, crushing her against him.
"I need you." He murmured, pulling her out of her thoughts and remembering their discussion just moments ago.
"No, you don't." she replied, pushing him away suddenly. "I thought I was nothing more than a weakness."
Vegeta growled at her. "You are."
"Then you don't need me." She replied firmly, stepping away from him.
"Bulma," he sighed angrily. "You know what it is I feel for you. If it is foolish declarations you are looking for, you will be disappointed."
"You're right, I don't need foolish declarations. I do know how you feel," Bulma agreed. "But I refuse to stand here and let you make me feel like I am nothing but a weak burden to hold you back one minute and then let you take me to bed the next. It doesn't work that way."
Vegeta shook his head and exhaled in frustration. "Well, then you should have worn a different dress." he replied almost petulantly.
Bulma smiled at him and blushed at the obvious compliment and crossed her arms. "I am serious, Vegeta. We need to work this out once and for all. This isn't the first time you've hurt me by telling me I am nothing more than a weakness to you."
"What do you want me to say, Woman?" he asked in an exasperated tone, she was really wearing his patience thin.
"That I am not a weakness to you." She stated simply. "If you can't even say that then I will be happy with you even just acknowledging that I am at least a complement you."
"If you can be used against me by my enemy, that makes you a weakness to me. If you consume every thought of mine, distracting me from what must be done, that makes you both a distraction and weakness to me." He replied coldly. "I do not have room in my life for it. I cannot have weaknesses or distractions."
"Well you should have thought about that before you decided to take me as your mate!" she snapped at him.
"You are absolutely right." He agreed. "I should have thought about it."
Bulma nodded at him, completely hurt at how this reunion had gone. "So, you do regret it then?"
Vegeta shook his head. He did not understand what she was getting at. Couldn't she see what she did to him? How much it killed his pride to be reduced to what he had become these last eight months? All because of the loss of a weak frail human woman. It was pathetic. "I do not."
"Then what's the problem?"
"You wish me to throw away my pride and everything I am just to make you feel good about yourself!" He replied angrily. "That is what I resent. That I bore to you my soul that night we bonded against my better judgment and against everything I was raised to believe and yet you still doubt my feelings for you. You cast aside my admission at what losing you did to me."
"No, I don't." she replied. "I don't doubt you or what you feel and I certainly do not mean to demean your pride or anything that you have been through these past several months."
"Then what is your dilemma?"
"I don't understand how you can just brush aside the fact that you so easily dismissed me." She said. "You act as though it was no big deal."
"I thought you were dead, were you not listening?" he growled.
"I understand that, I do. What I don't understand is how you can act like doing such a thing wasn't a big deal. Do you have any idea what that did to me? I understand you thought it was the effect of a severed bond and you might have thought you were going crazy, I get that. What you don't know is that you putting up a wall and blocking me put me through hell these past eight months. I know it was not intentional on your part, but that doesn't change how much it hurt. I may not have been sent on missions of destruction or endured whatever horribleness you faced at the whim of a madman, but you blocking me and severing anything you could of our bond hurt me more than you can ever know." She said, trying to keep her emotions under control. "I'm not only talking about emotionally. Emotionally it was devastating; but even physically it pained me. There were days I could not get out of bed, Vegeta. I have tried for months to not only get to you through our bond but to find you and now that I have, you come here and tell me what a weakness I am to you after everything you have accomplished because of everything that has happened. I will not stand here and act like I am the only reason. I am not that selfish. But I know my presence in your life helped you to accomplish it a little sooner. You yourself even marveled that night we made love that your need to protect me at all costs was what helped you reach your full potential and annihilate Zarbon as efficiently as you had. I know that compared to you I am weak. I get that, but to say that I am nothing but a weakness to you hurts me more than anything."
Vegeta stood there, silent for a few minutes taking in everything she had just said; his face and eyes completely void of any emotion what so ever. He shrugged. "What is it you want me to say?"
Bulma shook her head. He was so far gone from the man she had known eight months ago. He was so withdrawn and angry that he could not understand. If she had thought he was difficult to read or unable to express his feelings before, he definitely couldn't now. "I don't know." She said honestly, and she didn't. She just did not want him to think of her as a weakness to him. Was that such a bad thing? "You don't have to say anything."
She walked slowly to him and touched the side of his face. She remembered her vow to him back on the beach. She had vowed to accept everything that he was no matter what life threw at them. If that meant learning to deal with the fact that he saw her as a weakness, then so be it. Before all of this he had mentioned it here and there but he had never treated her or made her feel that way. She had assumed he didn't really mean it. After they opened up the bond and he showed her the depths of his feelings for her, she knew he didn't actually think that, but now after everything that had happened, she could understand in a way where he was coming from. He was a strong proud warrior from a race that ridiculed and shunned love, emotions and personal attachments of any kind. That losing her affected him that strongly must have really shaken him up. He was ashamed. It wasn't something that Bulma understood, but she would not turn him away. Not now after finally finding him. She could see it in his eyes and the way he carried himself that he was barely keeping his sanity together; who knew what he had really been through these past eight months. He would never actually tell her everything. She could have wept at the bitter angry person she saw he had become since the last time they were together, but she knew he would only be offended and take it as an insult and a further stab against his pride.
Bulma could tell by the way he was looking at her that he really did need her. She was wrong to have pushed him away earlier. She had let her own emotions and pain get the better of her and that was a mistake she would not repeat. She berated herself in her selfish actions just now. The mere fact that he had actually said that he needed her should have told her he was not okay. What had she even been thinking in pushing him away? She was thankful he was even still here. He could have just left. That he didn't spoke volumes. He needed her just as much as she needed him and she would be here for him always, just as she had vowed to be.
She kissed him chastely on the lips, placing both her hands on either side of his face and looked into the black depths of his eyes. "You are right." She said confidently. "None of that other stuff matters now. What's done is done and cannot be undone."
"Hmmn." He growled. "Of course I am right." He replied, pulling her into him and crashing his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back desperately with a fiery passion.
"Vegeta," she said between kisses. "I need you too." she said, her voice cracking in emotion she had been holding back since he walked in to the room. He picked her up and unceremoniously dropped her on the bed on the other end of the room. He began to remove his armor and flight suit quickly. Within seconds he was completely naked before her at the end of the bed.
Warning: Adult content only. If you are too young to be reading this or are not comfortable, feel free to skip this part…
Bulma sat up on her knees and crawled up to him so that they were eye level. She took in his changed physique. He was bigger than before, but still compact and flawless. She delicately slid her hands from his neck down his perfectly sculptured chest and stopped where the chain and black onyx ring hung and looked back up at him. He still had it?
"It was the only reminder I kept of you. I have not taken it off since I left Vegeta-sei." He said.
She smiled and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, kissing him again and trying to pull him down with no such luck. She looked at him questioningly. He pulled down the one sleeve of her dress. Realizing that's what the problem was, she pulled it back up and grabbed the bottom, quickly pulling it up and off over her head, revealing she had been wearing no undergarments underneath.
Vegeta growled in approval. "Vulgar woman." He said and let her pull him down on top of her as they kissed each other frantically. He had originally wanted to savor this moment and wanted to take a long time, making love to her slowly and gently like he had their first time but right now the desperate need he had to have her right then and there took over all other thought. He had all night to be with her and he planned on spending the night making her his all over again, erasing whatever silly doubts she seemed to have. He stood back up and pulled her roughly to him so that he was positioned between her legs and her feet were dangling off the edge of the bed. He leaned over her and slid a hand down between her legs, confirming that she was ready. Oh, yes, she was more than ready for him. He threaded each of his hands through hers and pinned them above her head and entered her quickly in one thrust. He hadn't meant to thrust into her so hard, but he could not help himself.
Bulma moaned loudly as he roughly entered her. It hurt her but she did not care. She just wanted him. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, bringing him down closer to her. He kissed her deeply as he began to move inside of her hard and fast, demanding everything from her. He was trying to hold back so that this would be as pleasurable for her as it was for him, but decided he would make it up to her later.
She arched her back trying to keep up with the quick pace he had set, meeting each deep thrust as he continued to drive into her at an almost inhuman pace over and over again without let up. She closed her eyes tightly moaned his name as she began to feel waves of intense pleasure washing through her despite the pain of the rough way he was taking her. Their first night together had been nothing like this, but her desperate need for him combined with his need for her was driving them both to a very quick release.
Bulma cried out his name again as she reached her climax and convulsed against him, sending him into his own release. He lost all coherent thought as he thrust into her deeply one last time, surrendering himself to her. All thoughts of lost pride and her being a weakness to him lost to him in that moment. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face into her neck.
Bulma lay spent beneath him, trying to catch her breath. She carefully untangled her right hand from his and gently ran her fingers through his thick dark hair. They both laid there in silence. He finally withdrew and looked at her in wonder.
She sat up and looked at him. "I'm not going anywhere, ever again. Not without you." She said. The look in his eyes telling her he was half anticipating her to vanish before him. She took his hand and scooted back up the other end of the bed, pulling him along with her, relieved that he let her.
He nearly pounced on her, capturing her lips and kissing her deeply. "I did not hurt you, did I?"
"You were a little rough, but no. I'm fine," she replied wrapping a leg around his waist in an attempt to draw him closer to her. She wanted him again.
He looked down at her, scarcely believing that not only was she alive and had found him but that she was his to begin with; he had not meant to take her like that earlier. He would make it up to her and take his time now. He kissed her and entered her again, gently this time. He moved slowly inside her looking down at her and watching the way her face contorted in pleasure, loving the way she moaned his name as he thrusted slowly and deeply inside of her.
"Is this what you want?" he growled sensually into her ear and nipped at her jaw.
Bulma was past any and all coherent thought as wave upon wave of intense pleasure washed through her. She moaned back at him.
"Tell me what you want." He said as he began moving even slower within her, licking and nipping down her neck and groping one of her breasts.
"Faster." She moaned back to him and arching herself into him, feeling herself nearing her peak already.
He smirked at her and began to move even slower, torturing her.
"Please." She begged in frustration as he teased her.
"As you wish." He replied and began to move faster inside her.
Bulma moaned in frustration as he teased her. Two can play at that game. She thought evilly as she reached behind him and grabbed his tail.
Vegeta gasped in surprise at the feeling of her grabbing his tail. Lusty, impatient woman! He cursed to himself. He could not help himself as be began to move faster into her and could feel his release coming quickly.
I heard that! He heard her retort.
He looked down at her in surprise. He had thought he had all but severed everything that had been left of their bond. It apparently ran deeper than he had thought. He began to rock deeper and faster into her, completely at her mercy now that she had his tail. He had wanted to draw this out much longer, but apparently his little mate had other ideas.
They both cried out as they came together.
He smirked at her as he withdrew and pulled her close to him in the familiar embrace they had shared every night until this whole mess separated them. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and brought her close against his chest and took in her scent. Oh, how he had missed her. He exhaled deeply and squeezed her tightly in a nearly bone crushing embrace. They laid there in silence for a long time, just basking in each other's presence.
"I'm sorry." Bulma said to him. "I should not have gotten upset with you. And when I pushed you away, I didn't mean it. I was being selfish and was only thinking of my own pain. I will never do that to you again."
"Hmmn." He replied. "You cannot help your irrational, emotional female outbursts."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, not sure if she should be offended or not.
"It means what it means." He said, breathing in her scent again. "Tell me, where you have been all this time. Where did you and Kakarott go?"
"Well, we stayed at the tavern and I happened to run into my best friend, Chi-Chi from back home. Toma bought her after I left, but she didn't quite fit in there so he just let her go with us. She and Kakarott kind of hit it off and we found a guy who needed repairs done on his ship. He said if we paid for the repairs, he'd take us wherever we wanted to go. As luck would have it, I knew how to fix it and off we went. He took us to a planet called Callisto that is populated by a few different types of races. A guy buys slaves from the auctions and sends them there. We all live free and it's good. We've all made a home there."
Vegeta thought for a moment. "How did you know you guys weren't just walking into a slave labor planet?" he asked.
"We didn't. It didn't even occur to us to ask." Bulma shrugged. "He was from Earth too and seemed nice and honest enough. We had no reason to believe he was setting us up."
"There are many cases like that where stupid people who do not know any better come to a planet they are told is supposedly a haven and it is nothing more than a slavery boat. There is no way out. Stupid Kakarott!" he growled.
"It was fine, Vegeta. It's nothing like that, I promise. We've been there for six months. The three of us have a house together. It's alright. I might be looking to get a different one of my own once Chi-Chi has the baby." She said. She was happy for her friend, but she sometimes felt she was intruding on their privacy as a married couple. She knew they didn't mind having her there, but there were some days her loneliness and depression over leaving Vegeta was almost too much for her to handle and seeing the happy couple every day didn't help.
"That fool." Vegeta huffed. "Have you warned your friend?"
"I did, yeah but they're happy, so whatever."
"Idiots." Vegeta replied.
Bulma smirked. "It's not that bad. I have lots to keep me busy, actually. I can't wait for you to come see everything." she replied, shifting around in his arms so that she was facing him, deciding to let the baby issue drop for now. She did not want to spend another moment arguing with him tonight. She still could not believe he was here with her now. She had dreamed of this moment every night for eight months.
She touched the side of his face gently, his eyes still blank and guarded. He took her hand and laced his fingers with hers and holding her hand to his chest. "What have you been busy with?" he asked with interest.
"Well, there isn't anything for technology on this planet. So I have been putting my mind to work in helping advance them a little. It hasn't been easy since I have no tools or materials to build things, but Kakarott went out a few times and brought back stuff for me to make capsules so I began making them and either trading them for tools or selling them for money. When I haven't been doing that, I was busy with training."
"I noticed." He replied.
"Noticed what?"
"Your posture is much better, and your whole body is more toned. I noticed the posture and your arms immediately." He said. "You have been training with Kakarott I assume?"
"Yes. And Chi-Chi. She was really into martial arts before we were taken. She used to compete so they train together and I train with them in the morning and I also took up sword fighting with a guy down the road too!" She said proudly, hoping he would be pleased.
"Sword fighting?" he asked amused. "Not my preference, but a good choice for someone as weak as yourself." He said playfully, pleased that she had taken his insistence to learn to take care of herself seriously even though he had not been around.
"I knew you would think that." She replied. "And my favorite, I got two protection dogs. One was already trained and the other I got him as a puppy and have trained him all myself. They are both personal protection dogs for both myself and Chi-Chi and trained in property surveillance."
"What do you need dogs for if you have been training?" he huffed. He had heard of such things but never saw the point. A dog can easily be taken out by an enemy.
"For protection, and to warn us if someone is coming. They're very intimidating. If they don't know you, you aren't allowed on to the property unless we call them off."
"And all someone has to do is blast them. Done." Vegeta replied, obviously not impressed.
"Well, not many people living on that planet have ki like you and Kakarott. Most are humans. And even if someone does decide to blast them, it would still give us time to get away."
"Whatever you say." He sighed. If she was confident in them he would let the matter rest. She had survived this long.
"You'll meet them." Bulma said. "Aro brought Kakarott down to the ground with almost no effort the first time he met him. Now that Danger is nearly full grown and trained, I have trained one of them to go for the arm and the other to go for the knee, they can bring anyone down."
"Well Kakarott is a clumsy clown."
Bulma giggled at him. "Alright. Well, when you come, you can have a go at them and we'll see how you do. Just promise not to blast them, please."
"Hmmn. We'll see." He replied. "What else?"
"Nothing, really." She said, looking at him. "Just trying to find you is all, really. It took forever!"
"What do you mean?" he asked, frowning.
"Well, we knew we had to find you to somehow since you decided to build a mental wall." Bulma explained. "So Kakarott knew that Frieza highly valued this planet and we kinda started planting bombs here and hoped Frieza would eventually send you to deal with it. I guess after six months it paid off."
"That was you and Kakarott?" he asked tonelessly.
"Yea!" Bulma nodded.
"Do you have any idea how stupid that was?" he asked angrily. "Frieza is beyond pissed! He sent the Ginyu Force twice. He sends me now and demands I bring whomever is responsible back with me so that he may interrogate them personally."
Bulma shrugged. "Well, you can tell him you found the person responsible and punished them accordingly. I'll even let you give me a spanking." She replied teasingly, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"I am serious, Woman!" He bellowed. "This is not some game you decided to play and won. You are in serious trouble."
"I know, but it was the only way we could think of to let you know we were still alive. There is no technology on this planet of ours to have been able to contact you and even then to do so would not have been safe. This was the only way we could think of. Start an issue big enough that Frieza sends someone out to investigate and keep on with it until it is a big enough problem that he sends you. I knew you'd be his First Lieutenant. We did this every other week for six months and it has finally paid off." She said passionately. "We were careful, very careful; never stayed at the same hotel twice; I wore a different disguise every time we have done this. There is no way anyone could have traced us. We set a bomb, waited two days for someone to show up and once we saw it wasn't you, we left immediately. We didn't stick around long enough to even watch the investigation unfold."
Vegeta let go of her hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I really wish you hadn't done this. Of all the stupid ideas!"
"Vegeta, what other way was there?" she asked him. "You were too stubborn to listen to me and there was no safe way of contacting you. We had no other choice. Go and do an investigation tomorrow morning. Do it. I encourage you to. You won't find anything. There is nothing. No evidence."
"You do not understand." He growled. "You have just basically declared war on Lord Frieza. That's how he sees this. As an act of rebellion from some separatist movement. He expects me to handle this and bring him back someone for him to interrogate and believe me; you do not want to know what that means."
"I'm sorry. I just needed you to know we were alright."
"But at what cost, Woman?" he asked her, nearly frantically. "If you had been caught I would have been summoned and our next meeting would have been in Frieza's torture chamber. He would have taken great delight in making me watch. Stupid Woman!"
"We thought of everything, Vegeta!" Bulma said quickly, ignoring his harsh words. "Kakarott and I had a pact if we got caught we got caught together."
"Oh wonderful!" Vegeta spat. "I get to watch both my mate and former First Lieutenant tortured to death at the hands of that sick sadistic lizard!"
"So you would have rather we never found you?" she asked, frowning.
"No, I am glad you found me and that you are alright. I am angry though at the risk taken. More angry at Kakarott for allowing you to do such a thing. In doing that, he did not take his oath to protect you seriously."
"But he did!" Bulma insisted. "I never leave his sight. I was with him today and we both saw you leave the docks. He kept a close eye on me. He has protected me, Vegeta. I accused him of being disloyal to his Prince for refusing to help me help you that day we left Vegeta-sei. If it hadn't been for him knocking me out and placing me into an escape pod, who knows what would have happened."
"Stupid Woman and stupid Kakarott." He growled. "Maybe the two of you were more fit for one another."
"Don't be that way." she snapped at him. "We knew the risks going in and accepted them. I was more than willing. If it meant seeing you again, I was up for it."
"Without thinking how I would have felt about it." He cut in. "I was in anguish over what had happened to you, or what I had thought had happened to you. I made peace with it and accepted it. I assumed that you were safe and peaceful in another dimension or the afterlife and if the gods had any kind of mercy would reunite us once I finished off everyone responsible for killing you. The last thing I would have ever wanted was to know you had survived and then went and did something stupid and were then tortured to death by Frieza."
"What would you have had me do?"
"I do not know." He replied. He could not tell her to go and find another; he wouldn't be able to deal with that. "I would rather you be safe and be happy. Not risking your life to find me."
"But I wasn't happy without you."
Vegeta sighed. "I will let the matter drop this time, but if we are ever separated again for any reason, do not risk your life finding me."
Bulma nodded. "Well, we still have the bond, right? I mean, if you can't come with us now, we still have that, right?"
"Hmmn." He nodded. "We will need to rebuild."
"Alright, we can start now, if you like?" she said suggestively, grabbing his tail again. She felt him inhale sharply as she began to stroke it gently and lovingly.
"Woman," he growled. "I suggest you stop that, unless you want this over before we even begin." He said, taking his tail back and rolling on top of her.
Bulma giggled he looked down at her, with a deep frown. "You're no fun." She pouted.
"You are mine, Woman." He said, kissing her deeply, making her forget that anything but him existed in that moment.
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