Passion vs. Rational Thinking

Passion vs. Rational Thinking

Disclaimer: I don't own…However, I have a piece of advice. If you are lusting after chocolate…just lust after Vegeta instead. That will keep your mind off candy for sure!

Enjoy.

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Chapter 4: Do what you must.

Bulma was a nerve wreck!

It had been two weeks since her little discovery and she had no idea of how to break the news to Vegeta. His heat had stopped after the full moon had shrunk back to new moon. And just like she had feared but predicted, he had broke the news to her after their last canal intercourse, coldly disentangled himself from her and left fully prepared to focus his full attention on his training without any distractions.

Knowing that she would be especially sensitive with this new burst of hormones Bulma had done everything imaginable to prepare herself mentally for the cold shoulder. Of course, nothing had worked. She had tossed and turned, burying her tearstained face in her pillow trying to choke back her cries and muffle her curses. She was angry for Vegeta not hearing her and if he did then for not coming to comfort her. She had foolishly wanted him to hold her and assure her that everything would be alright.

The next day everything was how it used to be before the heat. Vegeta paid no head to her and their passive relationship had been re-established - much to Bulma's dismay. Unconsciously she'd wandered around the house on the verge of tears half consciously trying to gain Vegeta's attention all day long, sometimes earning odd looks and a few annoyed side snaps from the prince.

“What is your problem woman!? Now move you're being a distraction.” Distraction!? She would show him distraction.

After giving up on hinting for Vegeta's attention she had gone into a fit of fury and stormed to her doctor's office and demanded that he prescribed emergency pills for her. Storming home she'd rushed to her room locking herself in and intending to put an end to this useless situation.

She'd sat motionless on the bed for hours her heavy breath weighing her down while starring at the pill that would kill the tiny live inside her forever. With one hand unconsciously resting on her stomach she brought the shaking pill to her lips. Without thinking she stuffed it in her mouth and quickly brought a glass of water to her lips.

Her stressed mind snapped to a stop as soon as the cool liquid touched her tongue; she choked and spat out the water and pill as though it had scalded her. She collapsed on the floor her shaking hand covering her mouth as tears over flooded her wide bloodshot eyes. What was she doing!? Oh god she'd almost killed her baby! She had taken her frustration about Vegeta's lack of interest out on her baby.

Her disappointment over Vegeta's and hers relationship returning to the same old tongue lashing routine had taken its' toll on Bulma. She had meant what she'd wished about her and Vegeta having a civilized air between them - at least sometimes. But the selfish prick hadn't even made a fucking move to thank her for her services.

Wait services!? Well yes services, she had lent him her body allowing him to use her whenever and how he felt like it. Bulma knew that she'd only done it as a favour to him, and after his veiled apology for calling her a whore it had helped restoring some of her dignity. But still, as things were now she sure as hell felt like a whore, and the feeling was only fed by Vegeta's refusal to acknowledge her or that anything had ever happened between them.

Hopelessness welled up in Bulma's chest pressing in on her lungs and making it hard to breathe. This situation was more complicated than she had originally thought; or maybe it was the fact that she hadn't properly thought it through. She had considered the baby to be the main problem but the truth was that it wasn't. It was Bulma's own fault for falling for Vegeta's seductive little tricks and for not guarding her heart properly. Like a typical female she'd automatically poured a portion of her heart into their little orgy and it had left her vulnerable.

She cursed herself for her foolishness; she was not supposed to act like an average female. Bulma was the heiress to Capsule Corp. A living legend. She was destined to rule the domain of business as the Queen of science that she was.

Bulma had been born into this lavish world of wealth and beauty and from the moment she had been able to walk she'd begun the training that would ready her to take over the difficult task of ruling the most successful company in the world. Ever since coming off age her parents had pushed her to always be on her best manners in public thus building up a rock hard ego of how perfect she was.

Never had they mentioned grandchildren, yes she knew that she had to produce an heir sometime, that was her duty, but it didn't seem to be a priority of her parents'. Her theory was that her parents properly thought that she should spend the prime time of her life working hard and showing herself off rather than raising a child.

Also being both intelligent and beautiful she was one of the most desired women in the world. But any man that would ever be lucky enough to get his hands on her would never be interested in getting her pregnant nor have children. Bulma was the kind of prize woman that you shoved off at exquisite parties and paraded around at high society meetings all the while basking in her blinding limelight. But who would be interested in shoving off a fat middle aged woman instead of a thin sparkling beauty?

Bulma swallowed a shaky breath before composing herself. She dragged herself up from the floor to settle her tired bones on the bed, draping an arm over her eyes her limbs heavy with exhaustion. The room darkened and the flooding shadows settled around her like a soothing cloak. The rain was playing soft music on the glass door that lead to her balcony and in the distance Bulma could hear thunder rolling in the sky.

Maybe this was the only opportunity she got to have a child before she became too old. Bulma didn't really fancy the idea of having a child just because it became absolutely necessary, and she didn't want to show herself at her child's first day of school at an age of fifty!

But if Bulma was to keep this child there was still the matter of the father. Bulma doubted that she could get Vegeta persuaded to take on the father role, and it wouldn't be fair to the child if she forced him into doing it. With the amount of fuck-the-world attitude Vegeta shielded himself with, it was quite clear that if he didn't show interest in his off-spring to begin with then there would be no way she could ever talk him into participating in the child's life willingly, and Bulma feared that it would more or less damage the child.

In addiction to the fairly smoothed out baby situation there was still the matter that Bulma honoured the promise she had made to herself about not having a man in her life for a good time being. She had been foolish and needed time to lick the wounds she'd acquired from her lack of emotional control - not to mention being the centre of attention for Vegeta's primal urges. The man was downright insatiable and the minimum amount of sleep she had squeezed in the past month had been flooded with deep throated moans as Vegeta'd pleasured himself while Bulma reloaded.

She did not want him.

He'd been a good fuck and his request for corporeal assistance had been dreams come true, no doubt. But in the end Bulma had tasted the bitter flavour of the disappointment of girlish fantasies.

There was no such thing as a prince charming slash dark sexy tiger.

There were only dangerous demons and carnal pleasure and those who accepted it. Bulma had experienced complete sexual fulfilment with the most feared of all demons, but the naïve little girl inside her had fiercely cried out and pushed the overwhelming sensations away. Now that it was over her logically mind concluded that it was for the best. She had a baby to look after soon, and it deserved a loving father. Even if Bulma had wanted more of Vegeta's animalistic passion her needs were now mere insignificances. Incredible sex was no more than a need, and needs could be suppressed or replaced. And it was easy to find excuses as to why Bulma would rather choose any other man than Vegeta.

Besides, if her future husband slacked in bed she could always teach him a few of Vegeta's tricks.

Of course Vegeta had to be included in the news but Bulma didn't bother to pay much attention to that part of the situation. All she could think about was the miracle that her baby wasn't killed; thank gods she came to her senses before it was to late. She would have this child which she would love and cherish.

Bulma sighed as she felt all the pent-up frustration flow from her body. The knots in her back loosened up and tiredness rapidly spread through her body. With the last of her strength she snuggled up underneath her covers her hand seeking out her precious stomach. Her eyes slowly drifted shut as she was lulled to sleep by the rain's soothing song and the roaring of the flashing storm.

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Vegeta had once again retreated to his Gravity Room his agitated footsteps echoed through the hollow halls, his taut muscles pulled his posture into one of anger and intense speculation. Angrily his bristling tail slammed against the curved walls while gnashing his teeth like he was chewing steel wire showing that his massive self control was far from dominating his temper. Growling to himself he paced faster the predatory sleekness of his body lifting him around in fluid strides.

He was on safe grounds so far. Thanks to the lusty woman's consent in lending him her body he had had a rather calm and problem free heat. Except, the woman's pathetic whining about him being too rough on her.

Hn, Vegeta paced faster. Pathetic yes, but she was right. Even though he felt he had exercised much more caution than she was worthy of, sleeping with a saiyan ruled by his primal instincts would always be several degrees too hard for a human, especially one as fragile as her.

There had been times where Vegeta thought it was a death scream he heard, instead of a cry of orgasmic force.

But she had been the closest and wisest decision. He could never have chosen any stronger human without having to explain why he suddenly needed to fuck someone's brains out. Not that they would believe him anyway, but that would lead to the dishonourable act of taking a female by force. But as long as it had been avoidable there was no need to degrade himself in any way.

Vegeta stopped pacing to stare into space, he closed his eyes lips peeling over his fangs while throwing his head from side to side hissing and growling in the throes of a wordless tantrum. He finally stopped his chin resting on his chest as he stood panting, unmoving.

He had to claim the woman as his mate. Vegeta had come to terms with this a long time ago. It was the only way to ensure his sanity if he was to keep his tail and thus the advantage he had over his rival in battle while keeping the heat at bay. He had known it would come to this, and after having her as a bed mate during his heat he was positive that the fragile creature was strong enough to spend a lifetime with him.

Vegeta submerged himself into the lower part of the ship disappearing into the bathroom intending to clean up before claiming his prize. Steam filled the tiled room and the saiyan gracefully washed every inch of his Herculean physique his thoughts returning to the blue haired female once again.

She was not a bad choice of a mate. She was intelligent, courageous, beautiful and annoying. Vegeta smirked at that, she may be a smart mouth but at least she had the balls to stand up to him and her pesky little outbursts had always sparked his interest, the fact that the little wildcat dared mouthing off at him whenever she pleased without as much as a thought to what he was capable of was only a notch below amazing.

Plus, she was an asset in more ways than one; she was the richest woman on this whole pathetic planet or so he gathered from her numerous phone calls where she frequently used her high powered position and her identity to make other business sharks bend over backwards to do her will. If Vegeta ever had had the chance of ruling his planet; she would have made a magnificent Queen. She obviously knew how to lead vast masses of people and how to build and rule a business as well as maintaining it strong and proud. She was a born leader who had had the necessary training in how to rule, and an empire would be no different.

The steam settled as the prince emerged from the shower, his wet glossy hair hanging down over his shoulders and over his eyes. One powerful hand wiped the mist from the mirror to reveal smirking features. The night black eyes gleamed with possession and satisfaction.

Vegeta had every right to be content with himself. He had solved a problem he until a few days ago thought damn near insoluble, but his keen mind had mixed the perfect solution, a solution that would fall in his favour.

He would have the most desired woman in the world as his mate, a mate that could bear him a strong heir and provide it with the proper living facilities it deserved as a prince of the saiyans. Vegeta would have the fierce and clever creature by his side to help him make the royal blood flourish again. They would share the spoils of passion and Vegeta would provide her with the protection she needed from any lower unworthy life that would harm his mate. She would be his to touch and to take what he wanted from. She would be his Queen and thus he would grant her the proper ritual of saiyan mating, and initiate her in the ways of saiyan culture and ceremonies, information he had kept close to his heart ever since he left his planet for the last time. Information it was time to reveal, and when the time was right he would teach his heir as well.

Deep thumping echoes sounded in a distance as the prince stepped out into the roar of thunder. His eyes sharpened as lightening bolts illuminated his determined features as he prepared to fulfil not only his own destiny, but the destiny he had decided for the woman as well.

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