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Never Before	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 5314 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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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Bastard. IF.
IF. As if there were so many
people running around that had tails and super-powers and were from a planet
called Vegeta-sei and could have offspring that were half-Saiyan and dammit,
why the hell did he have to be such an ass.
IF. IF!!!

Fuck
him. And his heritage and his Gravity
room and his stupid quest to be a Super Saiyan. SCREW HIM and ALL HIS KIND.
(Including Mr. I conveniently forgot to tell you that you were going to
end up having sex with Vegeta.) She
flipped all the switches on the control panel and stormed away from the Gravity
Room, let him kill himself if he wanted.
He was not her responsibility.
And he was big boy. (Also, an
arrogant one and an asshole, but he was a grown up.)

She
stormed all the way up to her bedroom, pulled her clothes off and threw them on
the floor�found that the slight swoosh they made as they drifted to the ground
was not a satisfying enough noise. She
wanted to hear something break. Bulma
managed to restrain that impulse, but only just minutely. She kicked open the bathroom door and turned
the water on in the tub. Mocked the
�Great Vegeta� and his stupid little non-statement that he hadn�t made. (And why was she taking it so
personally? Oh, other than the reason
that his little non-statement made her sound like some sort of floozy that
would have flings with married aliens.
Jerk.) Stepped into the shower
and crossed her arms over her chest resolutely. Tried very hard to just ignore how angry she was.

Wished
Vegeta was nearby so she could kick him where it counted as well as the girly
slap she had given him. Wished she was
more of a fighter and could punch him without hurting her own hand. Wondered if the asshole was already back in
the GR.

Probably.

Not
that she cared one damn bit.

~~~***

Well.

She
turned the GR back on. A clear-cut
statement that strangely made him want to wince. Because she had stopped him because she was concerned he would
die, and flipping the damn thing back on was like a universal: �Fuck you buddy,
work yourself to death and see if I weep over your mangled corpse.� But, he didn�t really care about that, other
than it would make things more strange between the two of them�as if, because
he hardly ever saw her. In fact, if not
for the fact that the large idiot was intolerably loud and the woman was too he
probably would never have noticed he had a son until it had come up to him and
asked him to train it.

Stupid
woman. See if he cared what she thought
about him. (He didn�t.) He rubbed his shoulder, thought of how sore
it was and weighed how he wanted to continue to train and the cons of not
training. His fingertips ran across the
fresh scratches on his back and he stopped, stared through the window into the
GR. Thought that under that intense
gravity those scratches would bleed.
Which wasn�t a real problem.
Other than the potential blood loss.
Thought
what it would mean if he just went up there and told her to stop being an
idiot. Wondered what would happen. Pushed it away. Didn�t care. Didn�t care
one fucking bit. Let her storm around
and act like a child. It was a
legitimate statement what he had said.
She took it out of context. He
hadn�t meant that he thought the child wasn�t his. It was just proper English.
Damn woman and damn overacting, and damn her if she thought he wasn�t
going to use the GR to train just because she was pissed.

He
punched the button that activated the hatch and stepped inside. Growled at himself and at her, and at the
kid from the future that had been so stupid and come back here to prove that he
did exist.

~~~***

Four
hours later, when she finally felt that she was un-pissed enough to see Vegeta
again without launching herself at him and vowing to gouge out his eyes and
take a butcher-knife to his unmentionables, she stood in front of the Gravity
Room window. Stood there and watched
him. Saw his back was turned to her,
and what had been scratches on his back were now opening up into gashes. Bleeding.
And he was still training.
Punching and doing push-ups and training endlessly. For what?
To beat Goku? To prove something
to himself?

Like
it mattered. She hit the switch that
shut it off and felt like an idiot and a careless fool for turning it back on
in the first place. Should have known
this was first place he would go. And
as the gravity lowered back to normal, his arm�that one she had been waiting to
quit working for a while now�started to droop.
The shoulder looked swollen and that just proved that the great Prince
of all jerks was in fact mortal after all.
He turned around and glared at her.
Burned through the light of the room and made her shiver because his
black eyes were cold as ice. Like they
had been when he first came here to this planet and vowed to kill Goku. Had killed the others.

He
burst out of the GR and stabbed his finger at her, �What the fuck are you doing
now, Woman?!�

She
felt very calm. Reached forward and
jabbed his bad shoulder with one finger.
Watched him wince, and then raised her eyebrows and said: �I don�t know, Vegeta. I am just a dumb woman after all.� Then she grabbed his hand�the one at the end
of his good arm�and yanked him toward the kitchen. He followed her, but only after she tugged at him for a few
moments.

He
kept his mouth shut too.

When
they reached the kitchen she let him go and opened the freezer, pulled out a
bag of frozen peas, crunched them up a little and walked back over to him,
draped a towel over his injured shoulder and put the bag overtop of it. Watched him grimace�which wasn�t big of a
surprise, considering his skin was hot as hell to the touch. His hand closed on her wrist and he held
onto her for a moment and fought the natural reaction of his body to either
jerk away from the painfully cold touch or make some sort of noise. Hissed out between his teeth and let her go.

He
even, actually, sat down without her having to bitch at him. His shoulder was drooping even more, and his
shoulders both rolled forward reflexively.
He tilted his head away from the cold pack on his swollen shoulder.

�That
was a stupid thing to do Vegeta,� she said, �What happens if you�ve really
damaged something?�

�I
didn�t.�

�Oh,
right, because you�re a doctor now as well as a Prince. That�s just fine, isn�t it?!� She sneered at him but wasn�t that
angry. Felt sort of sad. And stupid.
Overwhelmed completely, definitely.
Because in two years he was supposed to die. Because in nine months she was supposed to give birth to his
son. Because if he did die there would
be nobody to help her raise her child.
And she wasn�t sure she could do it alone. Didn�t even want to have to figure out if she could.

He
looked at her. Really did. Looked at her the way someone who wasn�t looking
down on her would look. And there
was a sigh there that would not be uttered.
A vulnerability in him that only showed because he was physically hurt. She felt insane, because she actually
sympathized with him. It had to be a
kick in the balls to be the strongest, most imperial and perfect Saiyan in the
universe for the whole of your life, only to find out that some idiot that
doesn�t even remember who he is or should have been is actually better than you
are, more powerful and not only that, he gets to be a Super Saiyan before
you. It would piss her off, that was
certain.

�Leave
that on for twenty minutes,� she said.
Crossed the room again and stood next to him, grabbed another towel off
the table and used it to press against the gashes�how dumb do you have to be to
go into that high of gravity with scratches open and vulnerable?�to stop the
bleeding.

�I
am fully capable of taking care of myself,� he snapped.

�Yeah,
well, I�m even more capable.�

This
earned her a strange look. She didn�t
see it but she could tell he was making a weird face because his scalp moved
and his hair twitched. He had rather
nice hair, actually. Strange that it
formed a flamey-thing like it did, but it was soft and thick and a really good
hand-hold.

�I
doubt that,� is what he said in response to her.

�You
would be surprised to find out what I�m better at than you.� That was such a flirty thing to say. And she felt something in her lightening
up. Thought happily back to that
morning when her greatest concern of the day was how she was going to get
Vegeta to ravish her again. That was a happy
time. They should revisit that and
leave this hurt and vulnerable and pregnant shit behind.

�Hn.�

The
gashes had stopped bleeding, and she moved back around in front of him, watched
him straight his back up and lean against the chair. Looked directly at her, and assessed her from feet�bare�to
brea(not(not bare, and well covered for once by her shirt.) He looked disappointed that no skin was
showing on her torso. �Admit it,
Vegeta,� she said, �There are some things that I can do better than you.�

Oh. Goodness.
She was turning into quiet the sultry potty mouth wasn�t she? But the way those words affected him was a
surprise. Because she could practically
hear him getting interested. Toyed with
the buttons on the bottom of her shirt and looked at him very seriously. (Felt like she was caught in some kinky
sex-tape and wanted to laugh at that.)

There
was a smirk on his face, a real expression besides that stony non-expression,
and he said: �Some things.�

mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt'>Bulma:
Ahem. We were headed toward
something e.Vegeta: Look,
she�s getting fidgety just like I said.

Bulma: I�m
going to get FIDGETY if we don�t GET ON with IT already.

cla class=MsoNormal style='line-height:150%'>Vegeta:
Patience, patience. My shoulder
is being iced, remember. We�ll just
have to exchange snarky banter for twenty minutes.

Bulma:
No. We are not.

Vegeta:
You�re right. I agree.

Makota:

Hehe. *ines nes Bulma knocking Vegeta in the head
with brass balls* Oh, that would be a
sight.

Ginia:

*sniffles
* Awright, if you�re only joking. *sniffle *
Yes, unfortunately, I mentioned that Chichi had sex in More of Us and I
haven�t recovered. I don�t like to make
her a horrible person, but I don�t like to think about her having sex. *shudder*yes"> that was funny. Poor Chichi. It would suck to be married to Goku. (Unless you�re Vegeta.)

Jaygoose:

I
can�t honestly say what my reaction would be to Trunks in the TV show, because
I watched the �History of Trunks� before I even started watching the
series. So I knew about him before I
knew about Vegeta.

Getarian:

(Don�t
tell anyone, but: ) I�m actually
enjoying writing this. *Sobs* I feel so bad because poor Goku is getting
so abused and Vegeta just gets all the nookie he could ever want. *sobs more*
Anyway, I do like this. I like
Bulma.

mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt'>Tooties!
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