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Recovery	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 4750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Any good ideas?
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters.
Thank you again to SilverSakura for the review! I am glad to do something unexpected.
This chapter is short and primarily filler/means to an end to progress the story along. I hammered this out today. It may be a a couple weeks (estimating) before I will add another full chapter. (Adult things- yay) Again I appreciate the ratings, reviews, C&C :) Please enjoy.
Sunlight poured into the main bedroom. Vegeta rolled away pulling a blanket over his head, hiding his face from the sunlight. Suddenly his senses pricked; knowing he was not alone. His eyes snapped open, powering up as he leapt from his bed. Wild eyes snapping side to side meeting his Piccolo’s gaze.
“What in the hell are you doing in here?” He roared, his aura flaring up even more violently.
With a familiar chuckle, the tall Namekian replied, “It nears noon and I have an idea.” Piccolo now noticing Vegeta’s naked form, “Do you want to cover yourself up?”
Vegeta resumed normal form and scrambled back to his bed side, wrapping a satin sheet about his waist. “Leave me alone. I will speak with you shortly after I am dressed. I have no interest in sharing my ‘normal’ form with you.”
Piccolo smirked, silently exiting the room.
Vegeta slipped on his boots before coming to his feet. He made his way to the family garden, following Piccolo’s energy. He located the green skinned alien meditating in a clearing.
“Out with it Namekian. You mentioned something about an idea.”
Vegeta leaned against a tree, his ebony eyes fixed upon Piccolo.
“You muttered something about how thing on Namek were easier. Why don’t you just travel there with Bulma, Goku, Gohan, and me to get away from Earth for a while? A neutral place, more or less, and with me there I will be a neutral person for her to turn to if she is over whelmed. She has a while before we can even consider removing her from the tank, so preparations should not be an issue.”
Vegeta stood silently in thought, considering him options. No other idea seemed to make sense. Much would need to be prepared for such a trip. Most importantly how would he explain to Kakarot and his son the reason for an extended trip to Namek? He shifted his stance, glancing to Piccolo.
“Fine. I will make preparations for departure. Your native world lacks proper accommodations for us.”
Vegeta turned about on his heel and disappeared into the house. Piccolo grinned; he may now be considered one of the ‘good guys’ but that did not mean he not enjoy seeing Vegeta so uncomfortable any less.
Bulma stood with in the haze of her dream, naked with three naked Saiyans standing around her. It seemed that her twisted dreams would not cease. As soon as one fantasy came to an end, an even more perverse and taboo one would begin.
She lay on her back, Goku laying into her with powerful thrusts. In this latest scenario the four remained in a mirrored room, not allowing any angle or view of the action to be missed. She watched, Vegeta positioned behind Goku. Each time Goku recoiled from a powerful thrust, Vegeta’s thick arousal ventured deeply into his fellow warrior. The proud prince, intoxicated with pleasure in such a compromising situation with the ‘low class’ warrior such as Goku, brought Bulma such satisfaction. She pulled her self away from the quaking mountain of flesh to look on, smug satisfaction upon her face.
Vegeta had gathered supplies in a large store room. Going on two weeks since the decision had been finalized to travel to Namek. The Namekian would soon arrive. Clothing, food, medical supplies, and temporary housing for the trip to Namek all gathered and being stored into capsules. He paced back and forth wondering if any item of importance had been forgotten or over looked.
The presence of three energies in close proximity grabbed his attention. The Namekian must have arrived with Kakarot and his eldest son. He exited the massive storage room to meet them at the outer edge of the Brief’s complex. Kakarot waved in his direction, smiling and laughing in his usual manner. Vegeta returned in greeting with a slight nod.
“Heya Vegeta! It sure has been a long time!”
Vegeta cut his eyes, glaring at him. “It has been just over a year you idiot. Just a blink of an eye compared to how long you were dead after Cell. Now shut up and follow me.”
The four warriors sat around a small metal table in the center of the expansive storage building. Between Piccolo and Vegeta a dark tale was woven together. The more graphic and disturbing actions were left out of the story. When the story was over, silence hung in the air.
“Vegeta…If Bulma survived all of that, why can’t she readjust to a normal life? I mean she seemed to bounce back immediately after the World’s Martial Arts Tournament and Majin Buu.” Gohan questioned, glancing to his long time mentor for any hint of a straight answer.
Vegeta stood, violently bringing his fists down into the table with a savage roar in anger. His black eyes aflame with a mix of anger and frustration.
“You petulant child! Do you think if I knew how to help her, I would stoop to involving you, your idiot of a father, and the Namekian? You even so much as utter something so asinine again, I will kill you. “
In a rare moment of intelligent thought Goku spoke up, “Gohan, do not question why Vegeta needs our help. Just give it.”
Gohan sat back in his chair, sinking back in embarrassment. It was not like his dad to be the voice of mature reason in a situation. Piccolo stood, giving Gohan a stern look, “We need to finish gathering supplies and preparing the ship. We will depart once Bulma is stable enough to leave.”
Vegeta sat across from the healing tank, holding his head staring down to the floor blankly. He heard a rhythmic thump began to emanate from the tank. He turned his gaze up to the glass barrier to see a pair of blue eyes to meet his. He leapt to his feet, rushing to empty the tank of the nutrient filled liquid. He opened the lid, looking down into the tank. He watched Bulma ascend up the ladder to eventually stand on the platform around the opening. Vegeta stood in silence, unable to find the words to even greet her.
“Vegeta…I can explain.” Bulma placed a hand upon his bicep. He looked up to meet her gaze once again, his expression unreadable.
He brought her suddenly into a tight embrace. “You have nothing to explain. I know what happened; I found your writings.”
Bulma hesitantly wrapped her arms around Vegeta. Her mind a mix of thoughts and emotions. Her fear of him now diminished completely. Perhaps now she could resume normal life with him and move on from the chaos that had consumed her for what felt like an eternity. Still in the back of her mind the strange fantasy tugged at her. She pushed the thought away. Vegeta released her, scooping her up to hold her close. In a smooth fluid like motion, he leapt to the lab floor where he gently returned her to stand on her own.
“I tried to tell you so many times….just I couldn’t find…” Vegeta cut her short.
“I understand, like I said no need to explain; now we need to talk. Kakarot, Gohan, and Piccolo are here as well. Will you be fine with that?”
Bulma thought for a moment, giving her husband a weak smile along with a small nod. Together the pair disappeared into the upper level of the house.
Everyone stood in the center of the garden. Bulma wrung her hands, looking around to everyone. She then took Vegeta’s hand, looking to him with a small smile.
“So when do we leave?”
Road trip!! Will Bulma move on with life? I hope this chapter helped moved the story forward and gave insight into why Bulma was dreaming those naughty things. I hope everyone enjoyed this and again any C&C is welcomed and appreciated.
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