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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 List
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
Chapter 29
Bulma was awakened by the sound of noses sniffing and snorting on the other side of the door. It was already light out. She assumed it must have been late. She never slept in this late. She smiled to herself as she felt Vegeta's arms tighten around her waist and snuggled in closer into his warm embrace, closing her eyes again, relishing the feeling of being in his arms once again and thankful that it all hadn't been just a wishful dream or fantasy.
Last night had been incredible. She was still wrapping her mind around the fact that Vegeta was actually here with her. They had worked all night at fixing, enforcing and strengthening their bond again. Now it was as if Vegeta had never ruined it in the first place. She felt so complete and content. She hoped they could just take a few weeks for themselves. They'd never gotten a chance to really settle in as a couple before all of this happened.
She wiggled herself out of his embrace; snickering as he growled at her sudden absence. She opened her door and let the two dogs in. They bounded onto the bed, disturbing Vegeta from his sleepy haze. He hadn't been asleep, but wasn't quite awake yet either. He groaned irritated as they began to sniff their new house guest with enthusiasm. Bulma giggled.
"Would you get these infernal beasts off of me?" he grumbled irritably after getting a cold nose in the ear.
Bulma hopped back into bed and reached for Danger, pulling the lanky Doberman into her lap while leaning forward and patting the end of the bed for Aro to come lay down there. "They really like you." She commented.
"Hmmn." Vegeta grumbled. "What's not to like?"
Bulma rolled her eyes. "I agree, but normally they don't take to new people right away."
"Kakarott told them I was a friend last night or something just as dumb when they came out of your room."
"Ohh. Still, they usually aren't this quick to be so accepting."
"They're smart, obviously." Vegeta said. "They understand who's really in charge around here."
"Is that so?" Bulma asked coyly.
"Hmmn." He replied, glaring at the Doberman, who was laying relaxed between them, putting distance between him and his mate.
"So, what do you want to do today?" she asked with a yawn.
Vegeta shrugged. "What do you normally do?"
"Well, normally I would have been up a few hours ago, so I probably missed out on training with Kakarott and Chi-Chi. Today I don't have sword play. That's tomorrow. So, I would just spend some extra time with the dogs I guess." She said. "Why don't we get up and eat and then we can take the dogs for a walk. I'll take you to the market and show you around. Maybe introduce you to a few people. Then you and Kakarott can spend some time training and I'll help Chi-Chi with whatever she needs. "
"Alright." He sighed, getting out of bed. He was hungry.
Bulma sat up and watched him walk around the room in search of his clothes. She smiled to herself as she took in all of his naked glory until he spoiled the view by putting on his blue flight suit; which really didn't spoil it that much. It only accentuated his flawless figure. He reached for his armor.
"You don't need to wear that." Bulma said as he began putting it on.
"Of course I do." He replied, looking at her like she was insane. "I do not go anywhere without my armor on."
"I know, but it's a bit more relaxed here. Kakarott doesn't wear his. He got a nice loose fitting outfit that's both comfortable and practical so-"
"I saw. He looks like a clown and disgraces his Saiyan heritage." Vegeta interrupted, stubbornly pulling on his non-formal armor.
"Vegeta, it's too hot here for you to be walking all over the place in your armor all day every day. Also, Kakarott only had the one piece of armor to wear, as do you. You can't just wear that all the time; it'll get all worn out for when you really need it."
"Well then maybe you need to make me some new armor since you have said time and again how you have nothing much else to do on this mud ball." He said, pulling on his white boots and standing up to look at her, his usual scowl etched into his handsome features.
Buima thought about it for a moment. There was an idea. She nodded thoughtfully. "Alright. When we go the market today you can help me choose what kind of material to make you some more and we'll see what I can come up with. I know I can make you another flight suit. They have a similar material there. I've seen it."
"Hmmn." Vegeta nodded, accepting that. "Are you going to get up or are you just going to sit there and stare at me all day?"
Bulma smiled. "I certainly wouldn't mind doing that, but no, I'm getting up." She said while climbing out of bed. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her nude form against him. "I'm so happy you came back." She said, kissing him lightly on the lips.
"Hmmn." He replied, giving her a quick peck and releasing her hold on him. "Get dressed. I will wait for you downstairs." He said and then left her room, sighing irritably as Aro jumped off the bed and decided to go with him.
Bulma sighed to herself; it seemed like he had just reverted back to his old grouchy self again. She didn't understand it. Last night he had been so tender and gentle with her and held back nothing from her. She in turn held back nothing from him and did all she could to show him how much she valued him and his presence in her life; chasing away his doubts and feelings of guilt, shame and inadequacy. He had been an open book to her last night and already, he had closed himself off again; distancing himself from her. It was such a stark contrast, she wondered briefly if last night had even happened.
She threw on a black tight pair of work out pants that flattered her toned bottom and thighs and gradually flared out at the bottom and put on a matching tank top made of the same material, with a blue stripe on the sides and zipped up in the front, nicely accentuating her cleavage. She figured if they were going out and she was going to be showing him around, she wanted to look presentable at his side. She quickly ran a brush through her short, bed-raggled hair; applied come lip gloss and mascara and was ready to go.
Bulma bounced down the stairs, Danger following her. She saw Vegeta standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter with a plate, chowing down on what was left of breakfast. Chi-Chi was sitting at the table, looking very uncomfortable. She gave Bulma a relieved look as she appeared.
"Hey!" Bulma greeted. "Sorry we slept in."
"No worries." Chi-Chi said. "What's your guys plans for today? Kakarott is just out getting something huge for dinner later on. I am not sure what he is planning."
"Well, I wanted to show Vegeta around. Introduce him to some people." Bulma said, letting the dogs out and grabbing a plate and some breakfast for herself. "I'm going to get supplies to make the guys new armor and flight suits while we're out in the market. Is there anything you want us to grab while we're out?"
"No, I think Kakarott's got that covered." Chi-Chi said. "Why are you making armor?"
"Because Vegeta only has this one and needs more. You know, for variety. I figured I'd made some for Kakarott too. Well, flight suits anyway I know I can do. Armor, I'll see what's in the market if they have anything adequate."
Chi-Chi turned and looked at Vegeta. "You know, it's really hot here. You aren't going to need it. Just get something light and comfortable."
"I will wear my armor." Vegeta replied simply.
Chi-Chi rolled her eyes and looked at her friend. Bulma stifled a chuckle. "We already had that conversation this morning."
"Oh." Chi-Chi replied. The thought of Vegeta participating in an actual conversation, foreign to her. So far he had barely spoken a word to her.
"Alright, I'm ready. How about you, Vegeta?" she asked, placing her plate in the sink and washing it.
"Hmmn." He replied, handing her his plate and walking outside.
"Oh my God, Bulma! Seriously?!" Chi-Chi exclaimed in a hoarse whisper so he couldn't hear her.
"What?"
"He has like the personality of a stump, Bulma!"
"No, he doesn't. Chi." Bulma replied, rolling her eyes at her friend while washing his plate. "Just give him a chance. He's been through a lot. It's going to probably take him a while to really relax. Plus he doesn't really have a lot to say."
"I'll say." Chi-Chi replied. "I tried talking to him before you came down and all I got out of him was yes and no answers and 'Is there anything to eat around here, Woman?'"
"It's going to take him a while to feel comfortable." Bulma shrugged. "Just give him some space. Last night we fixed our bond and everything was amazing."
"Well that's something at least." Chi-Chi said, relieved for her friend.
"Chi, he's been through so much and is still blaming himself for everything that happened. He's just kinda wound a little too tightly."
"Just a little?"
"Look, I don't know how long it's been since he actually had the opportunity to relax. It may even be years. Just please don't judge him too harshly. Cut him some slack."
"Alright." Chi-Chi sighed, truthfully, she really wasn't impressed with Vegeta. He just came across as very cold, unfeeling and arrogant. She hoped Bulma was right and he just needed some time to relax and settle in. Though she had a feeling even then, he was nothing like Kakarott. "See you in a bit. Try not to have too much fun."
Bulma rolled her eyes at her friend's sarcasm and left, grabbing both dogs' leashes. Vegeta was standing in the middle of the yard, watching both dogs run around and play. She called both of them to her and hooked them both up. "You want one?" she asked.
"Whatever." He replied with a shrug.
Bulma handed him Aro's leash seeing as the dog seemed to have taken an instant liking to him. "Hold it loose in your left hand, like this, and he'll walk nicely with you." She said and off they went.
They headed into the market place first. Bulma showed him around and introduced him to a few of the vendors she usually dealt with on a regular basis. He nodded politely to any one she introduced him to but was not much for conversation. She noticed if they lingered too long, he looked extremely uncomfortable.
They finally reached the vendor who sold fabric. She held out Vegeta's arm to the lady and explained that she needed material like that or similar. The lady had just the thing. She had several different colors in a very similar type of material as Vegeta's flight suit. Bulma was excited and tried to get Vegeta to offer his input, though he was as indifferent as usual. He chose black and royal blue. Bulma rolled her eyes at him. She had tried to convince him to get the red, or the dark green, which she thought contrasted nicely with his olive skin, but he just shook his head at her. In the end, she bought more than enough material in black, blue and grey.
Despite his outright refusal, she also bought him a few t-shirts and tank tops; taking special care to ensure that all of them were either black or blue. She also bought him some shorts she figured he could use for training and a few loose-fitting pairs of pants. She insisted that he would need these clothes since wearing his armor all the time would not be practical or comfortable. In the end, he grudgingly agreed and let her buy whatever she wanted. It was extremely hot out, he reasoned. Bulma snickered as she grabbed a few lighter, colorful shirts for him when he wasn't looking.
They continued on, walking together in companionable silence. Every once in a while Bulma would point something out to him and he would simply nod. He was proud that she had managed to build a life here and seemed comfortable here. He just wasn't sure where he would fit in. He wasn't one for shopping in markets and conversing with everyone he passed on the street. He just simply liked to just go out and do his thing and be done as quickly as possible when he absolutely had to do his own shopping.
They made it to yet another vendor that had a type of metal material Bulma thought may be able to be used as armor for Vegeta. They looked at it and conversed with the man Vegeta acknowledged that the metal this man had would be acceptable for armor. Bulma and the vendor got Vegeta to reluctantly agree to lend him his armor as a prototype; though not today. Bulma wanted to sketch down some modifications first, plus she did not want to overwhelm Vegeta too much today.
She decided she had tormented him enough for one day and decided to head back home. He hadn't said much, but she had enjoyed having him accompany her nonetheless. She loved that they could enjoy each other's company without having an ongoing conversation at all times. They were almost back to the house when Yamcha ran up to her, reaching for her arm in an effort to catch her attention. "Hey, B! You're back."
Bulma rolled her eyes and yanked her arm out of his hand irritably. Why he always felt the need to touch her annoyed her to no end. "What do you want, Yamcha? I am extremely busy."
Vegeta glared at the other man who had the audacity to just reach out and grab his mate. He instantly recognized him from the pictures and videos from Bulma's ipod as her loser ex-mate. So he had survived. He wondered why she hadn't mentioned anything to him about it. Because he's an idiot and I have been trying my best to ignore him. That's why. She said back to him, picking up on his thoughts, feeling somewhat guilty that she hadn't told him about Yamcha. Maybe she should have.
That would have been nice. He grated back to her. Do you want me to deal with him?
No. It's fine. I can. If he persists, he's all yours. She replied. If Vegeta decided to deal with him, she knew it would only make matters worse. She felt she should at least give him the chance. You know, introduce Vegeta to him and hope he would finally take the hint now that he knew she actually had a husband. However, she decided that if he was still going to be an idiot about this, then she'd let Vegeta set him straight.
As you wish. He growled, crossing his arms.
"I just really wanted to talk to you." He replied, completely ignoring the man standing next to her.
"Well, I don't want to talk to you. How many times do I have to say that to you?" Bulma sighed. "This is Vegeta. My husband and mate." She said proudly, gesturing to Vegeta, who was glaring at Yamcha.
"Oh, so this is the elusive and mysterious husband of yours you've kept mentioning. How nice that he finally decided to come and visit you. I was beginning to think he was just a figment of your imagination." Yamcha replied sarcastically, ignoring Vegeta all together.
Vegeta growled at the taller man's comment. He had thought of blasting him; however the man had next to no discernible energy level to speak of. He was a weakling and therefore not worth the effort to him, no matter how miniscule. "And you must be the unfaithful fool I have heard so much about."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Yamcha asked, taking a step towards Vegeta.
"You heard me. Or are you as deaf as you are weak?" Vegeta replied calmly, ignoring Aro, who had positioned himself between the two men and growled at Yamcha.
"I'm weak?" Yamcha asked with a laugh, sizing up the smaller man while taking a step back from the snarling dog.
"That is what I said." Vegeta said dangerously.
"Okay, guys. Enough." Bulma said irritably. "Yamcha, just go. Alright? I have nothing to say to you."
"Why am I the one who has to leave?" Yamcha objected childishly. "He just finally shows up out of the blue from god know where and that's it? You have time for him but not for me after all we've been through."
"That is different. He is my husband and you have no idea of the circumstances surrounding his absence. I have asked you repeatedly to leave me alone. I have moved on; you have moved on. Let's leave it at that." Bulma sighed. "We both have different lives now. Accept it. It was bound to happen one day anyway."
"No. You and I were meant for each other. Why else did fate bring us both here?"
"It wasn't fate! It was coincidence!" Bulma said, stomping her foot in an effort to make a point that he seemed to not be getting.
"You truly believe that?" Yamcha asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "Because I sure don't."
"Yes, I do!" she shouted. "Where's Moron, or whatever her name is? Does she know you keep chasing after your old girlfriend?"
"Her name is Marron." Yamcha corrected defensively. "And she's a nice girl, but she just isn't you."
"Well, that's just too bad now, isn't it?" Bulma said harshly. "She was good enough until you realized I had made it through and now you won't leave me alone."
"That's not fair and you know it." Yamcha replied. "I missed you. She lost her boyfriend as well. We both got each other through it. And then a few months later, I found out you were alive. I want to pick up where we left off. I know I screwed up bad before. I am sorry, but I really feel like I have been given a second chance here. I mean, we both survived what happened and ended up here for a reason. Please, B."
"Yamcha, no. I told you already." Bulma sighed heavily; she really did not want to be having this conversation right now. "We were all wrong for each other anyway. I just didn't fully realize and admit it until I met Vegeta. I told you that already. Us being separated by everything, though it was under horrible circumstances was the best thing that could have happened to either of us. Yamcha, please be honest with yourself. We weren't truly happy together. Now we are both free to pursue other things and I see nothing wrong with that. Vegeta found me and that's it. I am happy. Please respect that! I don't hold it against you that you found someone else that you might otherwise would not have found."
"He left you!" Yamcha objected. "I would never leave you stranded like that. I care and appreciate you more than that."
"From the sounds of it, it sounded like you never appreciated her much before." Vegeta cut in, recalling how Bulma had told him how he had been unfaithful to her repeatedly after she refused to give herself to him.
"And what would you know about it?" Yamcha asked defensively. "You've barely known her. I have known Bulma for years. We're soul mates."
Vegeta laughed. "And being unfaithful and philandering is how you treat your soul mate? I know all about that and think it is pathetic. I may not have known her as long as you have, but I recognize a valuable person when I see one and I am not stupid enough to throw it away simply because of a need to be laid."
"Like you never fooled around on her these past months while she was here?" Yamcha snapped.
"As a matter of fact, no. I did not." Vegeta replied in a bored tone. "And I thought she was dead up until only a few days ago, which would mean that despite thinking I was free of her and well within my right to take another, the thought never entered my mind."
Yamcha snorted in disbelief. "Some husband you are. You didn't even know if your wife was alive or dead. How convenient for you. Bulma, how could you take this guy back with the knowledge that either he couldn't or didn't protect you? That he thought you were dead all these months?"
Vegeta stepped forward and grabbed the taller man by the neck, lifting him up off the ground both quickly and effortlessly, smirking evilly as he began to panic.
"Yamcha, that's not fair! Not that it is any of your business, but I am alive because of him. He has done more for me than anyone ever has."
"What the hell! Put me down!" he whined pathetically. "Bulma?"
"Leave." Bulma said. "We are over. Accept it."
Vegeta looked over at Bulma and raised an eyebrow in question. She nodded and he abruptly let go of him and smirked as the scar-faced man fell clumsily to the ground. Pathetic. He mused to himself.
Yamcha coughed and stood back up, shooting Vegeta a dirty look. He sure didn't look like much. The man was about as tall as Bulma, maybe a few inches taller from what he could tell. He was obviously in good physical condition, but so was he. That he picked him up so effortlessly worried him. "You're nuts, man. You both are." He spat.
"Thank you. Will you leave me alone now?" Bulma asked hopefully.
"That's your choice?" Yamcha asked dejectedly, gesturing to Vegeta bitterly. "After everything."
"It is." Bulma nodded, standing next to Vegeta and taking his hand. "I love him."
"Bulma, we were together for three years." Yamcha objected. "How can you walk away after that for someone you barely know?"
"Because he respects me." Bulma replied boldly. "He sees me for who I truly am; has never pressured me for anything. He saved me from a life of being a pleasure slave and protected and sheltered me from the worst possible danger. He didn't have to do any of that. That he chose me and has decided to stand by me has quite possibly ruined his life." She said, looking at him, holding back tears. He didn't have to choose her. He could have simply kept her around as a pleasure slave and still done his duty for his planet, but he hadn't. He had taken her as his mate without reservation, knowing that it would be to his disadvantage. He had even returned for her once he had realized she was fine. He hadn't had to do that either. He could have decided she wasn't worth all the trouble and taken a Saiyan woman like Asia as his mate. He had severed most of their bond. It would have been easy for him to replace it with someone else.
Why would I do that? He asked her; almost insulted that she thought he would do such a thing.
I don't know. But you could have and I wouldn't have blamed you. She replied.
He gave her a severe look and turned to leave. "You are to respect the woman's wishes," he warned Yamcha, pointing at him. "If I hear otherwise, I will blast you where you stand." Yamcha nodded and watched as Vegeta turned to leave, taking Aro with him. I will not be far. He said to Bulma and stalked off.
"Seriously, Bulma?" he asked her quietly.
"Yes." Bulma nodded. "Now leave me alone. Alright?"
"I can't believe this, B." he said, shaking his head. "You're actually married to this guy?"
"I am."
"After knowing him for how long?"
"What does it matter, Yamcha?" Bulma asked.
"B, you denied me and turned me away for three years! And then you just give it up to some guy within a few months? Really, Bulma. How do you think that makes me feel?"
"So that's what this is about? Sex?" Bulma raged at him. "Why am I not surprised. Yamcha, everything with you is or was only about that. You cheated on me repeatedly! Why would I want to go back to that?"
"Bulma, I'm a guy. I have needs." He shrugged, as though it were a mute point she was making.
"Yes, and those needs are why we cannot ever be together. I was naïve and stupid before to put up with you. Why do you think I never wanted to sleep with you? It was because deep down I always knew you weren't the one. And time and time again you proved me right in my decision, only I was dumb enough to allow you to stay in my life because I kept hoping you would change. Now after everything that's still your main issue? That we never hooked up?"
Vegeta continued into the front yard, allowing some distance, but sticking around close enough that he could still hear their heated argument and intervene if need be, though it didn't look like Bulma needed his help. He thought with a smirk, watching her proudly as she reamed him out and the weakling just stood there and took it. Truth be told, he wanted to beat the daylights out of this guy. However, he really did not see the point. It would be much too easy. He could not believe the nerve of him. First grabbing onto her like he had some sort of claim on her and now he was pissed that she had chosen to sleep with him long before himself. What a juvenile! He contemplated going back over there and rubbing his nose in it that he had gotten her since it bugged him that much, however he did not want to exploit Bulma in that way. What they had was sacred and none of anyone's business. Why cheapen it by bragging to someone not worth the effort? Though he had to admit the look on his face would make it more than worth it alone.
He was also a little more than offended that Bulma would even think that he might not have come here for her. He would have thought by now that she knew him well enough to know that if he said he was going to do something, he would do it. Especially where she was concerned. The thought of being with another woman did not sit well with him. He would rather remain alone. He decided he would ask her about it later on. He hadn't picked up on any of those feelings of doubt last night, though much to his own shame, when he thought back on it, it was mostly her trying to comfort him. He supposed that given their circumstances and his position in life he could understand her insecurity to a degree, but hadn't he shown her exactly how he'd felt about her time and again? That he would never want or take anyone else? He decided later on tonight, he would show her. He would show her who she belonged to. He would keep her up all night without rest if he had to to chase away any feelings of doubt she may have. It bothered him.
Vegeta took a heavy sigh and opened the door to the house. The dog wanted to go inside. Chi-Chi was there starting what he assumed was supper. "Hey, where's Bulma?" she asked him.
"Arguing with that pathetic ex-mate of hers over there." Vegeta replied in an uninterested tone.
"Who?" Chi-Chi asked, frowning. "Ohh.. Yeah. Him. Well, It's her own fault." She shrugged, looking out the window at the two. It looked pretty heated.
"How so?" Vegeta asked, watching them from the door.
"Well, somehow he survived and ended up here. I saw him and told her about it and she was able to avoid him for a few weeks. She didn't even want him knowing she was here. Eventually he saw her. Apparently he has a girlfriend but is still pursuing Bulma." Chi-Chi explained. "They got into a really heated discussion a few months back about whether or not you existed and Bulma has refused to speak to him ever since and he keeps trying to talk to her at every possible opportunity. In my opinion, by ignoring him, she has only made this situation worse."
"He's a fool." Vegeta replied calmly watching them. "She has on no uncertain terms told him she is not interested and he still persists as though she has said nothing."
"And you're just going to not do anything while they argue like a bunch of children?"
"Why should I? This is her battle. Not mine. If I do step in, he is fool enough to let himself believe that it is I coming between them and not her choice." He said, not taking his eyes off them. "He is of no threat to me, however if he lays a hand on her, I will intervene."
Chi-Chi nodded. That made sense, actually. "So I take it she didn't tell you about him?"
"No." Vegeta replied. "Not that he was here. She had mentioned him before though. When we first met."
"Ahh." Chi-Chi replied. "Yeah, there's a whole lot of history there between those two."
"He was unfaithful to her?" he asked casually. Now that he had seen this guy in person, he could not believe Bulma would have stayed with him. What had she been thinking?
"Yamcha? Oh yeah. He's a player. Bulma wasn't interested in sleeping with him so he found it elsewhere."
"And she stayed with him why?"
"I don't know. He's a loser. He did nothing but hurt her." Chi-Chi explained.
Vegeta turned and glared at her.
"Not physically, no." she replied quickly. "Emotionally. He hurt her by fooling around behind her back all the time. Had he just waited and stuck it out with her, I'm sure she would have but like right early on in their relationship like a few weeks in he was pressuring her and the more he pressured her, the less interested she was so he went and got it elsewhere, hurting her in the process."
Vegeta nodded and leaned against the door frame watching amusedly as they still squabbled. He could tell Bulma was beyond pissed. He didn't think he'd ever seen her that angry.
"Like, I think she just kept hoping he would change. She would find him cheating with some girl, they'd break up and then he'd come back begging for her to take him back and promise to not do it again. they'd be fine for a few weeks and then he'd do it all over again. It was a vicious cycle."
"Hmmn." Vegeta replied. "Any man who cannot be faithful to his mate is useless. If you cannot be faithful to your chosen mate, then you cannot be trusted in anything in life."
Chi-Chi nodded in agreement. She couldn't believe how calm he was over this. She would have thought he would be acting all possessive and pissed off over the fact that Yamcha was still arguing with Bulma. However, he seemed almost uninterested; though it was clear he was watching them closely.
Vegeta scowled as he watched them, he was walking closer and closer to Bulma as they argued. He watched as Bulma always took a step back. She wasn't nervous or frightened. Just thoroughly pissed off from what he could tell. It was then, Yamcha took two long steps towards her and out both hands on her shoulders and began shaking her.
"Excuse me." He growled to Chi-Chi and left the kitchen. He knew Bulma had this under control for the most part, but no one touched his mate for any reason.
Vegeta strode up to them so fast, neither one of them even saw him coming. He grabbed Yamcha's right arm off Bulma's shoulder, quickly yanking him effectively away from her; dislocating his shoulder in the process. "You do not touch my mate for any reason. Understand?"
"What the hell! You broke my shoulder! What are you, some kind of freak? We were just talking!"
"I am Prince Vegeta, prince of the strongest warrior race in the universe." Vegeta said proudly, walking towards him as he retreated. "I expect you to not so much as even look in her direction again or your next injury shall either be permanent or fatal depending how my mood strikes me in that particular moment. Be fortunate I am feeling rather charitable today."
"Whatever, man!" Yamcha said, holding his shoulder painfully and walking away as quickly as he could from them. "You both deserve each other."
"Thanks." Bulma mumbled, following Vegeta back to the house. She was more than glad that was over, though she had been hoping it really wouldn't come to that. Hopefully he got the message now.
"Really, what were you guys fighting about for that long?" Chi-Chi asked, standing at the door. She had seen the whole thing.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "I don't want to get into it. He's mad that I never slept with him in three years but that I married Vegeta within a few months. He's an idiot! And now for whatever reason, he thinks I am trapped in this relationship I can't get out of. He can't take no for an answer! Whatever I say, he spins it and twists it into something I didn't say."
"I heard." Vegeta replied dryly.
"Well, why'd you leave? You just ditched me with him."
"Your incessant bickering was hurting my ears. He's a weakling. Nothing I am sure you could not handle had you been thinking." He said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bulma asked defensively.
"I showed you before how to get out of a threatening hold like the one he had on you and you did nothing." He replied. "You just stood there and let him shake you."
"Yeah, why was he shaking you, Bulma?" Chi-Chi asked. She hadn't liked that either.
"I don't know. He was mad. I think he was just trying to get me to see his point. You know, shake some sense into me? I don't think he meant it to hurt me like you guys are making it out to be. He didn't hurt me. I'm fine."
"And if he had decided to slap some sense into you, then what?" Vegeta huffed.
"He wouldn't do that." Bulma said, waving her hand dismissively.
Vegeta shook his head at her care-free attitude. "I meant what I said to him. I will harm him if he comes anywhere near you."
"I know, Vegeta."
"Do you?" he asked her, giving her an intense look.
"Yeah. I do. I don't think it'll come to that. You scared him pretty good."
"Hmmn." Vegeta replied. "Where is Kakarott? I must train."
"He's outside somewhere." Chi-Chi replied with a shrug.
"I will find him." Vegeta said. "Let me know when dinner is ready, Woman. I will be back then." He said leaving the house and taking off in the sky in search for his First Lieutenant.
Bulma frowned at his departure. Something was wrong. Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?
I am fine.
No, you're upset. If it's about Yamcha, don't be. He's not worth the effort.
No. I am not upset about the weakling.
Well then what? Are you mad at me? She asked, trying to figure out why he seemed so upset.
Just leave it. I need to clear my head. We will discuss it later.
Why are you mad though?
Later, Woman! He growled irritably and put up a wall.
Bulma sighed. Great. Now he's pissed off and I have no idea why. She grumbled to herself.
"What's wrong?" Chi-Chi asked.
"Vegeta's mad."
"What now?"
"I don't know. He's been kind of off all day but now he's mad and just blocked me out again. He said we'd talk about it later." Bulma said, coming into the kitchen to help her friend prepare a feast fit for two Saiyans who would most likely be more than famished if they were training.
"Well, you should have given him a heads up about Yamcha. I mean really."
"Oh, like Yamcha has even crossed my mind these past twelve hours Vegeta showed up." Bulma replied, rolling her eyes.
"I'm sure he didn't, but look at it from Vegeta's point of view. I'm sure it pissed him off seeing your ex beg for you back."
"No, I don't think it was that. I'm surprised he didn't gloat over it in front of him to be honest." Bulma said, shaking her head. "Maybe it was something I said when I was fighting with Yamcha. Whatever. I'm not going to worry about it. Was he mad when he came in here?"
"No." Chi-Chi said, shaking her head. "He was actually really calm. He was keeping tabs on you though. He was watching and listening very closely. He said he would only intervene of Yamcha touched you, which he did. But other than that, no."
"Hmmm. Weird." Bulma sighed.
"He actually spoke to me, which was nice." Chi-Chi said.
"Oh yeah? What about?"
"You and Yamcha. It was very brief. I asked him why he wasn't doing anything about it and he said because if he stepped in, he would more than likely delude himself into thinking it was him keeping you apart and not because you want nothing to do with him by your own decision."
"Ha! He's right!" Bulma chuckled. "When Vegeta left, he even asked me if the reason I wouldn't give him a chance was because he showed up again. He even suggested we both take a ship and get out of here where no one would be able to find us. What an idiot! Like he would even know where to go or would last even a week in space."
Chi-Chi giggled. "Under different circumstances, it's kind of sweet. What happened to his girlfriend?"
"He's still seeing her but says she's a nice girl but just isn't me."
"Didn't he say that to you once before when he'd cheated on you?"
"Maybe. Who knows. It was always a different excuse and story." Bulma shrugged. "I lost track."
"Even Vegeta said that anyone who can't remain faithful to, awe. How did he put it?" Chi-Chi said, looking at the floor. "It was so simple and to the point but perfect the way he put it. Oh! "Any man who cannot be faithful to his mate is useless. If you cannot be faithful to your chosen mate, then you cannot be trusted in anything in life." Something like that. It was basic and goes without saying but coming from him, it just sounded strange."
"I told you, Chi. Give him a chance. He'll warm up. When I first met him he was a real ass for like the first half hour. He still can be an ass, like right now. But he's really not. He's just really blunt and to the point."
"I guess it's not a bad thing. It would help if he didn't look so angry all the time."
Bulma giggled. "I think it only adds to his appeal. I love it."
"He is handsome. I'll give you that." Chi-Chi nodded.
"He's perfect. Just watch, a few days here and he'll be fine. He's definitely not the conversationalist, but you'll see. He really is a good guy. Just give him a chance."
The two women chattered on happily and continued to make dinner. Within a few hours, everything was ready and as if on cue, two hungry Saiyan men walked in through the door. They both looked as though they'd been through a war, yet were both content.
"Smells good, Chi-Chi!" Kakarott commented.
"Oh my god! What happened to you guys?"
"Nothing. We were training." Kakarott shrugged in confusion.
"Training? You both look like you guys tried to kill each other!"
"Oh no, this is nothing. We were both holding back." Kakarott said, waving a hand dismissively.
"I was holding back, yes." Vegeta replied arrogantly. "There is no way you could have held up for even a moment at my full strength. I wouldn't want to cause you too much harm. Then who would I train with?"
"I don't know, Vegeta. I've improved quite a bit since we've last sparred." Kakarott said easily. "I still really want to see you in your ascended state."
"Oh you will, Kakarott." Vegeta nodded haughtily. "I just did not want to mop the floor off with you on our first session."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Here we go…" Though hearing them bicker again over who was stronger and who was and wasn't holding back made her smile. It felt like old times again.
"Are they always like this?" Chi-Chi whispered, glaring at the two men.
"Yup." Bulma nodded.
"Well, go change and shower. You guys stink." Chi-Chi said, ushering Kakarott up the stairs.
"Awe, Chi-Chi. I'm really hungry. Can it wait? I really worked up an appetite."
"No! Shower then food!"
"Alright, fine." Kakarott sighed, and ran up the stairs, following Vegeta.
Chi-Chi shook her head. "I can't believe them! They beat each other to a pulp and act as though it's no big deal."
"Get used to it. That's what they do." Bulma said, grabbing a bowl of food and placing it on the table. "They train hard and push themselves to the limit."
"They trained to the point of injury by the looks of it!"
"Yeah. To the limit. And that was nothing. Expect lacerations and broken bones." Bulma said knowingly. "When I was at the palace with Vegeta, he would come back some days bragging about how he beat someone so bad they had to go into the regeneration tank for a few days, only to do it again when that guy was better."
"Why?" Chi-Chi asked horrified.
"I don't understand it either, but apparently the bigger beating they take, the stronger they become once they recover." Bulma explained. "By the way, serve yourself first. With two of them after a work out, who knows what will be left for us."
Chi-Chi nodded and began to help herself. "They're nuts!"
"They are, but you have to admire their dedication. They won't back down from anything. Even if they think they'll lose. Vegeta went after Zarbon when he tried to violate me. He had told me repeatedly he could not beat him. Yet it didn't stop him from at least trying to help me and in the end, he killed him without breaking a sweat." Bulma explained. "Or even when we were leaving. Vegeta showed me last night what happened after Frieza blew up the ship and he thought Kakarott and I had been killed. He still tried to take on Frieza with the knowledge that he most likely wouldn't be able to beat him. He was right and was beaten horribly. Yet when he was fully healed, he was faster and stronger so he's alright with it. Get used to it. They'll both be coming home beaten to a pulp almost every day."
"That's horrible." Chi-Chi commented. "I don't agree with it."
"But for some reason, it advances them." Bulma said. "As horrible as it looks and sounds, they're really helping each other. Just leave them be. It's all they know. They won't kill each other."
"Woman! I need clothing!" they heard Vegeta boom from upstairs.
Bulma rolled her eyes and sighed. God forbid he'd have to go through the bag of clothes upstairs and find something himself. She trudged up the stairs and into their room. She rifled through everything she had gotten that day at the market. She pulled out a comfortable pair of black pants and chuckled to herself when she found the pink shirt she had picked out when he hadn't been looking. This'll teach him to not fend for himself. She thought wickedly.
She knocked on the bathroom door before opening it. "Here. Your clothes are on the counter." She said and then closed the door before getting a response back from him.
Bulma ran back down the stairs and took her seat.
"What's so funny?" Kakarott asked, already seated and dishing himself up a healthy plate of food.
"Oh nothing." Bulma said, waving her hand. "His Royal highness is about to have a conniption is all."
"What did you do?"
"You'll see." Bulma shrugged, stuffing a mouthful of food into her mouth to keep herself from laughing.
"What the hell is this?" they heard him yell from upstairs.
"It's clothing, Vegeta. Just put it on." Bulma shouted back.
"I cannot wear this! This is a woman's garment!"
"It is not! Now put it on and get down here before Kakarott eats everything!"
"It's pink, Woman!" he bellowed, completely outraged. "I am a warrior! Not a variety of flower!"
Bulma nearly choked on what she was eating. "And what a very pretty warrior flower you'll make. Next time, choose your own clothes!"
They heard him growl angrily. "You're lucky I am hungry, Woman!" he said, entering the room angrily, looking very handsome in the pair of black pants and fitted powder pink button up shirt. He had left the top few buttons undone, giving a nice view of his sculptured chest. The fact that the shirt was pink did not take away from his masculine aura at all.
Kakarott laughed. "You look good, your Highness."
"Shut up." Vegeta growled, taking a seat next to Bulma, shooting her the deadliest of looks.
"I think it looks very good on you." Bulma said, having gotten herself under control before he made it down the stairs. "Did you see the back of it?"
"No." he grunted, refusing to look in her direction.
"It says "Bad Man" on the back." She said.
"Lovely." Vegeta replied, loading up his dish.
The four companions began to eat the delicious feast Chi-Chi had prepared. Vegeta eventually forgot all about his pink shirt and much to Bulma's delight eventually relaxed a bit once he had eaten his fill and actually contributed to the conversation every once in a while.
Bulma got up to grab desert and placed a bottle of wine on the table.
Chi-chi rolled her eyes. "Ugh! I want a glass so bad." she whined.
"I'm sorry! I forgot!" Bulma replied, looking up at her friend. How could she have forgotten such a thing!
"No no. It's fine. Don't abstain on my account." Chi-Chi said. "Better yet, have a glass for me."
"Alright!" Bulma laughed.
The four dug into the immaculate dessert Chi-Chi had made. It was like a giant pie made from an assortment of berries and had a creamy center mixed with the berries.
"Well done, Woman. You shall have a position as head chef in the palace once we return." Vegeta said, finishing a second helping.
Chi-Chi frowned at him, unsure if that was a compliment or not. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"Vegeta's very fussy, so I'd say it's a good thing." Kakarott said.
"I am not fussy." Vegeta replied.
"Yeah you are. Like I know you'll eat anything. But I have very rarely heard you comment on actually liking something." Kakarott said.
"Hmmn." He grumbled.
"So what will happen once we return, Vegeta?" Kakarott asked. "What are we going to do? I need to find a place for Chi-Chi and I. Someplace where we can raise our son."
Vegeta sat there in silence a moment, contemplating the situation. "I will be appointing you as Elite once I take the throne. You and your mate will have a place at the palace if you so wish. She and your child will be safe there."
"Really, Vegeta? Wow! Thanks!" Kakarott said proudly.
"It has been my intent long before any of this." Vegeta replied awkwardly. "You are a valuable ally and trusted companion and advisor. I am in your debt for keeping Bulma safe."
"Thanks Vegeta! I'm honored!"
"As you should be. No clown has ever achieved so much." He smirked.
"I won't disappoint you!" Kakarott said, saluting his Prince.
"Hmmn." Vegeta nodded, having nothing further to say on the matter. He had lowered himself enough for one evening first by wearing a pink shirt and now thanking his fellow Saiyan in front of the women. He had meant to have this conversation in private, however the moment felt right. Truth be told, he was extremely grateful for Kakarott. He had saved his mate from certain death and had kept her safe for him all these months. He really did appreciate the younger Saiyan.
"Thank you, Vegeta." Chi-Chi said. Maybe the cranky Prince wasn't so bad after all. He had offered her a job and given her husband a significant promotion from the sounds of it. "I haven't discussed this with Kakarott, yet. I don't even know if you guys believe in this sort of thing in your culture. I wanted to do this whether or not we stay here or go back to your planet."
"What is it, Chi?" Bulma asked.
"I wanted to know if you both would be god parents to our baby?" She asked unsure. She knew Bulma would have no problem with it. She didn't know Vegeta all that well, but she knew that he and Kakarott were extremely close and hoped he wouldn't have issue with it.
"Of course!" Bulma said happily. "We'd love to!"
"What did "we" just agree to, Woman?" Vegeta asked with a scowl.
"On our planet, it wasn't uncommon for parents to appoint another couple or two other people as god mother and god father to their children. Just someone else to look out for them. In some cases, if anything happened to the parents, these two would assume the role."
Vegeta thought on it for a moment. He understood the responsibility and meaningful gesture; though he wasn't sure he wanted the responsibility of raising someone else's child. On the other hand, he wasn't sure declining was an option. "Very well. Should anything happen to your third class ass, I will make it my responsibility to train the boy and have him placed in a respectable position in the army. If I can manage it, he will be kept close and should Bulma or myself ever produce an heir, he will be the child's constant companion. Much like you were to me."
"What? I don't want my baby in the military." Chi-Chi objected. "Can't you put him through school so he can work in a lab like Bulma or maybe he could be a physician?"
Vegeta looked at Chi-Chi with a blank expression and then scowled at Kakarott. "Have you not informed her of anything?" he asked her.
"Informed me of what?" Chi-Chi asked.
"Well, no. I didn't think we would actually make it back to Vegeta-sei. And I have no problem with having a child with Chi-Chi. I'm thrilled, actually."
"What are you guys talking about?" Chi-Chi demanded irritably.
"Shall I tell her or should you?" Vegeta asked, really hoping Kakarott would break the news to her.
"No, I'll tell her." Kakarott sighed. "Chi-Chi, on my planet, it is not illegal for Saiyans to mate with non-Saiyans. However any children they have don't have any rank in society. They are usually slaves. They never hope to possess any titles or much of anything."
"What?!" Chi-Chi shrieked. "Why wouldn't you tell me this?"
"Because if we stay here, it doesn't matter. I don't care that our child won't be full-Saiyan and there isn't much for class distinctions here anyway. No one else would care either." Kakarott said, feeling bad that he hadn't even thought to mention it to her before. "I know it sounds bad, but what Vegeta has proposed is unheard of and I am touched that he would do such a thing for us."
"You're touched that he wants to put our child in the military. He could be killed!"
"He'll be half Saiyan. He'll be strong." Kakarott said.
"What if I don't want him in the military though?"
Kakarott and Vegeta shrugged. "There's not much else for half-breeds." Vegeta replied. "I do not make the rules. I can only change them when I take my place, however thousands of years of thinking from my people will take generations to change."
"Well what about your half-breed if you and Bulma have a child? Then will it matter?" Chi-Chi asked.
"I have told Bulma that if and when the time comes and she does come with child, I will proudly appoint that child as my heir and successor without reservation. I will not produce one with anyone else. If the people do not accept him, they do not accept me. That does not mean it will be easy. There will be those out there who will seek to assassinate him."
Chi-Chi gasped.
"As I said, I can change the laws, however I cannot change thousands of years of thinking over night. It is one reason I do not wish for Bulma to become pregnant. That and it is too dangerous. I would rather die without an heir to the throne than either lose her in the birthing process or have that child assassinated because of a few close-minded purist fools." Vegeta grated. He did not want to think about the possibilities. "I will ensure your child has a decent station in life. You have my word, Woman."
"Decent by your definition apparently."
"Kakarott. What would you have me do? I have just promised something no other half-breed has been able to achieve. Yet she insults me."
Kakarott sighed. "I appreciate it more than you know, Vegeta. Really. I am willing to accept this whole heartedly, but let's wait. He hasn't even been born yet and we don't know when we will be able to go back to Vegeta-sei." The younger said replied diplomatically, so not to offend his Prince. Truth be told, he was over the moon that Vegeta would offer to do this for him. It was completely unheard of.
Chi-Chi glared at Kakarott. "Well, if that's his only option in life is to be a soldier, then we'll stay here." she said with finality.
"Chi, I just accepted a royal appointment. I cannot walk away from that." Kakarott said. "Please, let it go for now. We have plenty of time to work this out. Alright?"
"Fine." She said angrily.
"It'll be alright, Chi." Bulma said to her friend.
"Easy for you to say." Chi-Chi snapped back. "You're married to the prince of an entire race. Of course you're child will have it easy."
"Chi, I know you're upset, but did you not just hear what he said? Our child would be in danger. Yours at least won't be. And correct me if I'm wrong, Vegeta but if he would be placed as a companion to our child, wouldn't that be an excellent station in life?"
Vegeta nodded. "He would be under the same protection as any child of ours. Yes. It was Kakarott's station in life since he was a boy. It seems to have been good enough for him and look how far he has come. I realize you know nothing about our culture, but no third class Saiyan has ever had the opportunity Kakarott has. His own brother was appointed an Elite, but is still nothing more than a foot soldier. It is Kakarott who has had the higher rank as my First Lieutenant.
"Furthermore, I will not be sending any children away as slaves anywhere. So as it is, his life will be much better. I was sent away to live and learn under a vicious tyrant when I was a boy. As my companion, Kakarott was sent as well by default. This will never happen again to anyone's child once I take my place."
Chi-Chi nodded. Still upset, but understood what it was Vegeta was trying to offer them. She decided to let the matter drop for now and think about it. Find out more, plus she did not want to offend him. He didn't even know her and still offered them this.
Before anything else was said, there was a knock at the door.
Kakarott went to open it, surprised to see a tall, green man on the other side. "Hey, Piccolo! What brings you here?"
"I have business with your new house guest that must be discussed." He replied sternly, looking at Vegeta.
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