Never Before
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Warnings:
1.
I don’t own DBZ. (Sadly.) Otherwise I would be busy coming up with
plotlines for TV that involved smut and mayhem.
2.
I normally write slash. So this is het. (That’s a warning because I’m
not entirely sure I am as good with female parts as I am with the male
ones.) HETEROSEXUAL SEX. VEGETA and BULMA having sex and getting
all sweaty and dirty.
3.
Yep. I think that’s it. No more warnings. *sigh, sadly. *
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She
tapped her fingernails against the countertop and counted the seconds endlessly
while she waited for Chichi to finish bitching. Goku was home—momentarily it seemed—from training long enough to
do something—Bulma intensely hoped that it was a conjugal visit because if
Chichi got anymore high strung she was going to break.
a fierce person that was waaaay too convinced that education was the only
course in life, but more often than not, she thought Chichi was alright.
had to get on your nerves.
Not
nearly as much as the fact that Vegeta was AVOIDING her.
had promptly disappeared (promptly as in he waited for her to fall asleep and
then left while she wasn’t looking.)
Thus far her inspection of the house had not turned him up.
had another Saiyan she had to skin alive.
His name was Son Goku, and he happened to know that she was pregnant
before she even knew that she was going to sleep with Vegeta.
happy woman. A little warning might
have been nice. "> And for that matter,
did her and Vegeta stay together or was this just a weekend adventure that
ended with a kid?
When
Chichi finally stopped complaining (about what she didn’t catch because it was
often best just to tune out on the bitch sessions) she said:
a second and then he’s COMING STRAIGHT HOME! Aren’t you Goku?”
There
was some mumbled response to that. Then
Chichi said something in return (to her husband) and then into the phone
said: “Alright, Bulma.
with her life. Poor woman.
She
said “Thanks Chichi, I promise I’ll send him straight home after he fixes this
bent…thing for me.” She tried to
remember what the excuse was why she wanted to see Goku.
something. That had spawned a ‘what is
that Prince guy doing anyway’ conversation that she had tried to avoid.
he’s not here right now’ a lot. Hung up
the phone and went outside to wait for Goku to show up.
Which
he did about ten minutes later, like a puppy that realized it had been caught
peeing on the carpet and was convinced that if it was just cute that nothing
bad would happen to it. Oh, she was
definitely going to skin him. Put her
hands on her hips, glanced around the sky for a second—since she hadn’t told
Vegeta yet—and said: “When did you think you were going to tell me that Trunks
was my son, Goku?”
He
cracked a grin, scrubbed at the back of his neck nervously and laughed like a
dope. Managed to keep his eyes on hers
for about ten seconds before they dropped down. She rolled her eyes and waited for his response:
You see… He kind of told me not
to say anything. Besides,” he said this
with a real laugh, “Would you have believed me anyway?”
“You
should have told me!” she snapped.
He
looked sheepish (as sheepish as a Saiyan could while their eyes were glued to
your breasts) “Sorry, Bulma. But, now
you know so everything is fine!” Said
this like he believed it.
“No,”
she snapped, crossed her arms over her chest—distracted him from stg fog for a
moment and his eyes drifted back up to her eyes, “Everything is not fine.
I.”
He
looked confused. “Well, didn’t Piccolo
already tell you, Bulma? You were
there. Vegeta dies in,” he paused here
to think for a few seconds, “Two years.”
Oh,
that was great news. As if she could
forget about the date of their collective deaths looming in the distance.
post-apocalyptic world. Great!
“Hey,”
Goku said—pouting even though he didn’t realize he was pouting, because she
still had her arms covering her breasts—“Have you told Vegeta?”
“No.
He
seemed to be confused about why she hadn’t told Vegeta yesterday if that’s when
she figured it out. Like twenty four
whole hours was much too long to keep something a secret.
Right.
surpassed him and become a Super Saiyan, and it was not just any Saiyan, but
Vegeta’s own half-breed son. She was so
sure that was going to make him feel tons and tons better.
of knowledge about what was going to happen.
Annoyed that Vegeta wasn’t around here anywhere, that he was avoiding
her. Annoyed that she was annoyed about
it because she didn’t own him, he didn’t own her and that was just that.
“Alright,”
he said, “I hope he’s a cute baby.”
Took off. Like this wasn’t a big
deal. But then, Goku already had a kid,
so it wasn’t a big deal to him.
She
couldn’t be someone’s mother. She couldn’t
even take care of her shoe collection.
There was no way she would have a clue what to do with diapers and
babies and oh, a whole hurricane of things burst into her mind and she felt
sick just from the weight of it.
Walked
back into the house and found that LO and BEHOLD, there was Vegeta, standing
stock still and staring. A strange look
on his face like he was caught between astounded and rage and couldn’t get the
gear to shift. Oh.
Damn Saiyans and their damn bad timing with their damn perfect ears.
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He
blinked. Repeated the action.
emphasis. Looked at her like he was
looking at her for the first time.
Stared at her waist. Where his
child was. His son.
raise, the child that had apparently grown up after he was dead.
Son.
His.
In.
Her.
He
briefly wondered if it would be okay for him to hyperventilate if nobody was
around to see it happen. Because,
technically, if no one ever saw it, it didn’t happen. Except she was there, and looking at him, and dimly he realized
that she was probably talking. But the
magnitude of it was overwhelming. He
wanted to punch himself. Felt the need
to have a little talk with his nether parts about how they were not supposed to
just randomly assist in producing children without his expressed
permission. Thought back fondly to his
brief intention to hyperventilate. That
was a good plan.
No.
He was the fucking Prince of Saiyans.
The Great Vegeta. The same
Saiyan that had purged planets the universe-wide and he could handle one little
baby. It was just a kid.
prepared. Would be prepared as soon as
he got the woman—should he call her that now that she was carrying his son
around?—to fix the damn GR so he could go back to training.
training—
No.
Yes,
that idiot Trunks had pissed him off.
(Especially the wise crack about his shirt.) But he had pissed him off because he was so powerful, because he
had defeated Freiza with hardly breaking a sweat. And he had been a Saiyan without any real ability to be one
because him and Kakarot were the only fucking Saiyans left!
occurred to him then that Trunks could have been his child?)
difference. That power, that had to
have come from him. Which meant if
Trunks had it, somewhere inside of Vegeta, he had it too.
“Still
alive in there?” Bulma said. Was close
to him again. Very close, waving her
hand in front of his eyes. Looked like
he felt. Haggard.
“Of
course,” he snapped. Crossed his arms
over his chest. turn the gravity room back on?”
“I
told you, twenty four hours. It hasn’t
been nearly that long.”
This
did not make him happy. Of course, he
could list the things that made him happy on zero fingers so he wasn’t really
that concerned with happiness. Felt a
sort of dread descend on him about this child.
About what he was supposed to do with the woman now that he had gotten
her pregnant.
The
dread got even heavier when he realized that he would never be able to leave
her now that she was pregnant. That he
was stuck here until the kid was old enough to take care of himself, and
wondered if a part of himself wasn’t insanely happy about that.
anywhere before.
“And
what am I supposed to do until you decide I’m fit enough to train?” he
demanded, felt a bit silly saying that after the long silence.
She
just smiled at him. Shook her head back
and forth sadly. “I don’t, Vegeta,
maybe you should try and figure out whether or not you intend to be a prick the
whole time we’re here or not.”
And
he frowned at that. At her.
him. Thought back to the way the big
idiot had been looking at her with such interested eyes while he had been there,
in the yard, and he felt an internal growl of anger at that.
presence. “If it’s my son, than I
intend to be here when he’s born.
Whether I’m a ‘prick’ or not.”
“IF?”
she demanded. Practically shouted it,
and he felt a wave of pride go through him.
Loved that she was so fierce and proud.
“DID YOU SEE ANY OTHER SAIYANS RUNNING AROUND HERE?!
me a Super Saiyan son?!”
Oh,
the reply was there, trembled on his lips.
But he didn’t say it. Bit it
back, snapped down on the caustic reply of ‘Kakarot’ and squashed it deep down
inside of himself in the pit of jealousy and (not that he would ever admit this
to anyone) pride he had where that stupid Saiyan was concerned.
But
she saw the moment of hesitation and opened her mouth in an offended
squawk. “ASSHOLE!” she said.
But,
he thought as he stood there, she had thought of Kakarot too.
and if that little brat was screwing someone he needed a medal of some form for
being the youngest Saiyan to hit puberty ever.)
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“Drama,
drama, drama.”
Bulma:
jerk. Just see if you get any
ever again.
Vegeta:
Puh-leeze, this is Card we’re talking about. If I go more than a chapter without sex she gets fidgety.
Bulma: Yeah,
well, I hope you like masturbating! Because
you are so not getting any from me ever again.
Vegeta:
*swirly eyes. * I just had the
strangest feeling of déjà vu. Like I’ve
said that somewhere before.
Bulma: Said
what?spanspan>That ‘You’re not getting any ever
again’?
Vegeta: Yeah.
Gk: *jumps in
* I know where you said it!
here?
*Giant
magic 8 ball appears out of nowhere, being shaken by a mysterious hand of
power. Turns over and from the murky
blue water, there appears the message: *
OUTLOOK DOES NOT LOOK GOOD.
Gk: *whine
* No fair!
I cannot
believe that I didn’t respond to the reviews in yesterday’s chapter!
failed as a good person.* So here we go:
Bulma-san:
*sigh
* Yeah, I knew there was going to be
more the moment I wrote this, but I could fool myself that there wouldn’t be
more.
You’re
welcome!
Getarian:
Sheesh,
everyone who reads anything of mine should have realized that the chance this
would stay just one chapter was slim to non-existent. But I really hadn’t intended to let it grow a plot until I read
all the nice reviews about it. (I’m a
sucker for reviews.)
Hehe.
it in the story. Hope you don’t
mind. And I’m sorry you had a
headache. I get really bad headaches a
lot too. (So much that I’m generally
more disturbed when I don’t have one.) Hope
your head feels better.
Jaygoose:
*sighs
as she realizes it is the pouting and pitiful look that made her write more.
*
Yeah,
mostly I would think of ‘Geta as an ass man.
But most the time, I think of ‘Geta as Goku’s… So, yeah. I figured in
order to separate myself from the “Goku’s Geta” I needed to change a few little
details of his personality. (And Goku’s
too, because if you read Hormone Therapy, Goku all but has a shrine dedicated
to Vegeta’s ass.)
Star_of_Chaos:
If
it doesn’t become obvious (which it might not) Chichi is probably my least
favorite character besides Tein. So
there will be random amusing lines about her.
But I won’t ‘bash’ her.
Caralin Fury:
Thanks.
my biggest problem was that I wasn’t descriptive enough.
*mwahahahahaha*
PixelGoddess:
Oh,
I have such guilt because I always mean to read your stuff and I nevr get to
it. *marches off in the middle of
posting to go read.* *pauses, comes
back* I should finish the posting
first, huh? But I will read. I promise.
*rubs
hands together and cackles *
Yesssssssssssss, you WILL believe!
Stella:
If
you know anything about me, you’d know that it’s getting me to NOT write more
that’s the challenge.
Ginia:
*sooooob*
I think you’re making fun of me.
*pout * But seriously, no, the
Drabble fic will not expand. It was
written just for the drabble thing. And
of course I’ll update this one everyday with the rest.
because I’ll get lazy.*