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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Thirty-seven
"What do you mean the gravity chamber is taken?" Vegeta scuffed.
Bulma sipped calmly on her juice as she watched Vegeta start to posture. After being with him so long she knew how to read his actual moods. He wasn't what someone would call warm and fuzzy, or even friendly, but he wasn't nearly as nasty as he made himself out to be. She knew when he was in one of his moods and should be avoided and she knew when it was just another average day with him. Today was just an average day despite his bluster.
"Just what I said. I told her she could come use it when she wanted...I guess she finally took me up on that offer. Seemed like she had a lot of steam to blow off."
Vegeta scuffed once more as he took a seat at the table. He crossed his arms and looked out of the doorway towards where the hallway connecting to his special room was. He didn't like the fact that he couldn't get back to his training. Especially considering the fact that Kakkarot was due to return in 27 days for the tournament. As far as he was concerned there wasn't a day to waste. He wanted to beat that foolish warrior and show him who was truly the best. Which, of course to Vegeta, was him. Yet he was thwarted in his attempts to continue his training after lunch simply because you had steam to blow? It was preposterous.
"What? She wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
Bulma shrugged, "There was a few drops of blood on her hand and she was muttering about perverts. My bet is some guy pissed her off and she knows better than to take it out on him."
"Hah," Vegeta almost laughed, almost. It was more sarcastic than anything. "Pathetic."
"Play nicely Vegeta," Bulma warned him. "You might not like what happens if you make her upset."
Oh, now that did it. Vegeta stared at Bulma with his eyes narrowed and his scowl a little deeper than usually. "You think I have anything to fear from her? Don't make me laugh. The girl is nothing; she's weak."
"She's only recently learned to fight, you know. Yet she's already stronger than you were when you got to Earth for the first time. Remind me...how many years did it take for you to get to that point?"
Bulma knew she had him by the balls with that one. His pride made it a near impossible thing to fight against. Either he said that he was slacking off when he was younger, and that's why he'd been weak, or he complimented you on gaining your strength so quickly. She really didn't see another outcome for him. And neither did he. His simmering rage at being caught in her word traps could be felt all through the room.
"Why don't you go in there and show her how to do something cool?" Bulma offered. "It's not every day you find another Saiyan right? Go in there and bond or something...whatever it is you do during fighting."
Although they did seem to keep popping up for a race that was supposed to be extinct. Other than the obvious of Goku, Raditz, Napa and Vegeta himself there had been more survivors. Namely Turles, Broly, and Paragus. Granted all three of those were dead. But then you appeared - the first female survivor that they found. It made Bulma wonder just how many were left out in the universe. From what she'd gleaned from Vegeta over the year they didn't exactly keep track of one another. Once a saiyan was off planet they were pretty much written off as dead until they returned victorious. There had never been any rescue missions planned or any reinforcements sent. That's just how they were. So for all they knew, there could be more out there like Goku that just never took over the planet. Or more out there like you who had been at the whims of evil people when you were a child. It made her wonder just how many saiyans, halves or otherwise, could possibly be out there.
"Psh, it'd be a waste of my time," Vegeta said harshly.
"Suit yourself. But other than that there's really nothing for you to do."
And that was the truth. Trunks was off with his studies for once and Bulma really didn't have anything planned for the day. Which left Vegeta in an odd place to be. He could either be sociable with her...waste his time sleeping...or join you in the gravity chamber. Guess which one he chose?
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And ten minutes later…
"God damn it woman you're in heat."
"No shit sherlock," you spat back at him, jaw clenched. "I figured that out for myself already."
Though to actually hear him say it was a little bizarre. Like you were some stray cat or dog. Your tail flicked behind you aggressively. And as he continued to stare you down you remembered that maybe being so aggressive wasn't a good thing. He could quite literally use you to wipe up the debris on the floor. Not something that you looked forward to.
"Who the hell is sherlock?" Vegeta asked as he tried to figure out what to do.
This wasn't a problem he'd ever really faced. Not even on his homeworld. Though in some of the few memories he had of his father around this subject, Vegeta got the distinct impression that doing anything was bad. Or at least it would have been if you were anywhere near his power level. Apparently being fertile and horny did things to boost a female's strength to help with mate selection. That bit of information muddled about his brain in the stand off.
"It's an expression," you told him tersely as you kept your back towards the wall.
"I don't care. Get out. You've already caused enough trouble. I don't need your stench seeping into my area," Vegeta ground out.
You almost took it personally but you didn't. Well not completely. Your face was scalding hot and red as you stiffly moved to the door, trying not to look back at him till the last moment. When you did you saw that he was glaring at you.
"Ice works for that problem," you told him right before you slammed the door the the chamber closed.
And at that point you pretty much made a speedy exit back towards where it was safe. Which was with Bulma in the kitchen. That struck you as very safe. You took a seat in one of the chairs, rather uncomfortable, and just laid down on the cleared out table from the waist up. The cool surface felt very nice against your heated flesh, though it did nothing for your heart rate or breathing. Those would take a few minutes to go back down.
"Looks like you and Vegeta had a disagreement," Bulma said.
You groaned out, "We were disagreeing with ourselves and then fighting with each other."
She smiled as she watched you roll your head to the side to look at her. You were quite the animated person. Especially with the way that your tail kept flickering back and forth like a cat. Which was quite odd considering the fact that she always thought that saiyans were supposed to be more like primates.
"Ah. So did he throw you out or did you decide to leave?"
Cause if he threw you out of the chamber after Bulma told you that you could use it, she was going to have some words with that man of hers. Ones that he probably wouldn't like as they'd end up with the chamber "accidentally" malfunctioning.
"I decided to get out before bad things happened," you told her, glaring at something unseen on the table's surface.
You took a deep breath and sat up from the bent over position. You realized that you were being quite rude to her all things considering. She'd offered to let you blow some steam off in the gravity chamber...or rather let you train in there. You'd chosen that you needed to blow off steam. But that didn't mean that she'd offered to let you lay all over her furniture. It was just that the table had been so inviting that you'd forgotten your manners.
"I'll go now. Thank you," you said politely as you stood up.
"Hey, any time," Bulma said with a well meant smile. "You should come back soon. Trunks had a blast playing. He needs more days like that."
You nodded and started to wander off. Right up to the point that you bumped into Gohan. Because that's just how life seemed to work for you. One bad turn after another. Not that Gohan was a bad person; it was just that you really weren't in the mood to handle any more guys today. Well that wasn't true - your mind wasn't in the mood to handle guys, your body was all for it. And that was the cause of your main problem. It seemed like your libido had raised through the roof since you returned to Earth. You remember it being moderately high at the peek of your cycle when you thought you were human, when your body was pretty much failing on you, but it felt like a pittance compared to now. After a couple months you'd finally reaffirmed that it was based on the full moon. You bled on the new moon and every full moon you became a walking bag of hormones. Thankfully humans weren't as obviously perceptive of such situations, though guys did have this obnoxious habit of hitting on you more around the days of the full moon, but if a few minutes ago was anothing to go by the same could not be said of Saiyans. You were just hoping that Gohan, being only half saiyan, was less perceptive. Especially since you just ran into him.
"Hey, are you okay?" Gohan asked in concern as you backed away from him. "I just heard about what's been happening in school."
Oh yeah, that. That ball of worms. The reason why you were so agitated to begin with. Stupid fucking teenagers. You were getting really sick of High School life really quickly. It had been a lot easier when you were just the sports 'all star' of the school. Now you were the slut too. Needless to say you didn't relish in that title. Especially when some boys started to take that as you being a whore up for grabs. One boy had actually tried to grab you too. He should just be glad you didn't actually do what you'd wanted to. Instead he ended up with a busted nose and a broken hand. But his family should be very glad that you hadn't gone with your first instinct so that he'd still be able to reproduce when he found a girl that was stupid enough.
"Go back home Gohan. I'm dealing with it."
Not well mind you, but you thought under the circumstances you were doing a pretty good job.
"Punching someone and breaking their hand isn't dealing with it," Gohan said in a rather authoritative tone.
"It is when they grabbed my boob, propositioned me for sex, and tried to kiss me," you replied sharply.
Then realized what you'd said and put your hand over your face. That'd been stupid. You needed to have more filters. Gohan did not need to know everything that was going on. He looked rather shocked at your out right honesty so you took that moment to move by him. It might seem like you were running away but that was only because you were actually trying to run away. And you'd have instant transmitted away if you had enough concentration or mental willpower to do so.
Or if Gohan hadn't reached out and grabbed your wrist once you got past him. "Hey, look, I'm sorry that guy was a jerk but you need to cool down."
"And how do you expect I do that? As a human I could just hit something like a wall or a punching bag. Or scream into a pillow. I do that now and things break or I shot energy out of my mouth and fuck shit up that way too."
Besides those were not the activities that you wanted to do the most and that's what was annoying you. It was the source of your anger. Stupid itch. Stupid pretty guys. Stupid moon.
"Well, I do owe you for watching Goten," Gohan said.
Innocently. He said that innocently. He didn't mean it the way that your horny mind instantly seemed to take it and you knew that even as the thought filtered through. It was just that your mind was being a very bad mind and filling things in where it shouldn't have. Damn it. He really needed to let go of you.
"So why don't I show you a special place? You can rage all you want there and no one can get hurt."
That actually sounded wonderful.
"Plus, if you want, I can teach you to fly. You liked flying right?"
Oh he was wonderful.
"Wonderboy, you are perfect."
The blush on his face wasn't helping.
"But you need to let go. Like right now. I need to go deal with something."
You weren't sure but somehow a cold shower seemed like it might help. Or maybe you'd need to head up to the arctic. Considering how severe Goku used to have to get to before his reactions faded, you wouldn't put it past that point.
"What's the matter, can I help?"
"...yes but if you do that would be very, very, very bad and no one wants that to happen. It's just something I'm still learning to deal with. Alien biology things. And the moon keeps coming around so often that it's being stupid."
Gohan tilted his head. You were about to try and break away from his hold as you saw Vegeta move into the hallway. Which was just another compounding thing that made you riled up.
"Let her go boy. Can't you see she's in heat?"
Gohan's face flushed as red as any strawberry you'd ever seen. "What?"
Yours mirrored his. "Yeah, apparently that's a thing. Now can I go please? Please please please?"
Begging. Huh. That was not helping your mentality.
Gohan let go of your wrist like you burned him. "Uh, yeah, sorry...I didn't...sorry. Maybe I can show you tomorrow?"
"Day after that," you told him. "3 day moon cycles. Not fun. I'm going to find some snow and lay in it. So if you'll excuse me…"
There really wasn't much more to it than that. You hurried off out of the building, leaving a stunned Gohan, an agitated Vegeta, and a rather amused Bulma. She couldn't help but wonder what Chichi would make of the unfolding situation…
And then she remembered the complications that were bound to arise once Goku came back. Especially if you said his name. Bulma frowned and went back to her drink. No wonder you never wanted Goku to remember at this rate.
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