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Thursday Morning	By : Spacefille Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 2626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Aftermath

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As soon as Vegeta left the room it was like all her strength escaped her. Gohan sat down heavily, on the floor beside the mattress, and just stared at the doorway. She then realized she could see the crack in the doorframe where Vegeta had gripped it as well as four indentations where his fingers had been and looked away, feeling her breath catch in her throat and her cheeks burn.

Her mind whirled, thinking of everything and nothing at the same time. It was like she couldn’t think… with every sentence her mind cut her off and thought of something new, only to be interrupted again before she could finish that line of thought. Around it went in endless circles. It took her a while to realize what was happening to her.

She was in shock. It wasn’t as bad as it could be, she had been in worse shock as a child, but she needed to deal with it. The only way to fix it was to cut everything down to the present. What did she absolutely need right then to survive? She forced herself to make a mental checklist. Bath. Clothes. Food. Sleep.

In that order?

Yes, probably. She got to her feet shakily, only to find that someone was standing there, a few feet away.

“Piccolo,” she exclaimed. He had come into the room without her noticing, and was now staring at her with an expression of grave concern on his face. She had to have been really out of it to not even notice him approach.

He was also carrying a pile of multicolored fabric in his arms. Clothes probably, she thought vaguely, and she watched as he walked over and placed them at the end of the mattress. He stood again, sniffed the air, and reached out, incinerating the remaining scraps of Vegeta’s clothes with a small burst of energy before turning back to her. She stood still as he stepped up to her and placed a hand against her forehead. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Gohan stared at him. She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

Piccolo nodded once to himself. “No,” he answered his own question. “You’re not.”

She managed a reply to that. “I will be,” she said honestly, trying to give him a smile and failing.

Piccolo merely gave her an assessing look and went back to the bed. He picked up something from the pile of fabric and she could see as he unfolded it that it was a sheet. He walked back up to her and draped over her shoulders and wrapped around her front.

She lifted a hand and clasped the sheet closed. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

He nodded. He gave her another assessing look and finally he leaned down. One hand fell behind her knees, another her back. Gohan found herself airborne, picked up and held in Piccolo’s arms. The Namekian started for the door.

“I can move on my own now,” Gohan said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“I know,” Piccolo replied, but he didn’t stop and didn’t put her down. Gohan mentally shrugged and relaxed, placing her head against Piccolo’s chest. It was nice to be carried like this.

He carried her all the way across the palace to the other side where the bathing room was. The tub in here was the size of a small pool and he put her down in the shallow end of it. He removed the sheet with an apologetic tug. She didn’t mind. She watched tiredly as he went over and turned on both the facets, holding his hand under them to ensure that the temperature wasn’t too hot or too cold.

“You know you don’t have to take care of…”

He shot her a look and she shut up.

Piccolo finished drawing the bath. She continued to watch him as he walked to the corner of the room and picked up a cloth, bringing it back over to her. He crouched down and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” she said again. She took it and began to bathe herself. Within a couple strokes she noticed her hands were shaking. She clenched her jaw and tightened her grip. The shaking stopped. She reached to the side, gathering up the soap and lathering it onto the cloth, then brought it back and went back to work.

She didn’t realize she had been scrubbing the same area of her arm over and over again until a hand took her wrist and held it still.

Gohan jumped, just a bit, and stared.

Piccolo returned her gaze calmly. “Let go,” he commanded.

Gohan let go of the cloth and blinked down at her arm. It was red from being washed over and over again. She wondered how long she had been scrubbing at it.

/Long enough,/ was the reply in her head.

She jumped both mentally and physically at that and she felt regret quickly flash through the mind link. “Sorry,” he said out loud. He let go of her wrist and pulled away.

Gohan’s eyes widened. She felt him retreat from her mind at the same time as he stood. She was suddenly, irrationally afraid that he would leave her. “It’s okay, it’s okay!” she said, splashing in the water as she sat upright. She tried to scramble to her feet. “Don’t…!”

He turned back quickly.

“Calm DOWN,” he ordered, really ordered this time, his tone of voice like he used to use when he trained her.

She froze. She was broken, she knew she was then, still in shock. Amazingly, or maybe not very, her mind latched onto Piccolo’s voice like it was a lifeline.

“Breathe,” he said. “Slowly,” he added, glowering at her until she did so. “Yes… there, like that.” She could feel herself relaxing despite herself, conditioning that he molded into her as a child taking effect. She could do THIS, this was easy. It was like fighting; everything focused into one single instant, one single thought, breath, every sense tuned into only what was about to happen next and nothing else. She watched, without thinking of anything as he removed his turban, shoulder pads, and cape, carefully setting them down instead of tossing them aside like he usually did, then reaching down and removing his shoes one by one. He stood again, still clothed in his simple purple gi. He walked over to the bath and climbed in next to her.

“Relax,” he said, and she hadn’t realized she had tensed up until he spoke. The moment he said it she did so, again without much thought. Her mind faded to blankness as he gathered her up and pushed her firmly back into the water. He supported her head on one of his knees just high enough up so that most of her head remained above the water, then reached for the soap. She closed her eyes as he ran soap covered clawed fingers through her hair, washing it. When her hair was done he continued down the rest of her body with the cloth, never spending more or less time anywhere, merely washing her while her mind drifted.

After some time had past she turned her head and looked up, watching him silently, taking in the pensive look on his face as he concentrated. His eyes met hers briefly, very briefly, and he looked away again. His hand never faltered but she saw his brow furrow, just a bit. A thinking frown. He was always thinking.

She smiled and reached up. She ghosted her hand along his jaw to his mouth… he let her without tensing, pulling away, or stopping what he was doing. He completely ignored her as she pressed her index finger inside of his mouth, just a bit, touching a pointed canine. She wondered why Namekians even had canines if they lived only on water. But then, they looked human enough, perhaps the loss of the ability to eat meat was only a recent development in their evolutionary history. She continued up, to the pointed ear and then she couldn’t reach any further. He seemed to understand and brought his head down a bit, letting her hand continue up to the antennae. Those twitched but didn’t do anything else as she drew her fingers along them. So odd, those… like a giant reminder that he wasn’t human at all, even moreso than the teeth and the ears…

Guilt bit at her and she removed her hand, letting it fall back into the water. “Piccolo,” she said. She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry that I…”

“Stop,” he said.

“But I…”

“Don’t,” he looked up at her, narrowed eyes meeting her own. The expression on his face was severe.

She stared at him mutely and the look gentled. He sighed and dropped the cloth in the water, evidently done with it, and brought his hand up to press it to side, then continued up to her face, cupping her cheek. “I’m not sorry,” he said. He looked away now, almost a bit bashful for a second until turning to look at her again, a very serious expression on his face. “I never will be sorry when it comes to you.”

She smiled at that, genuinely touched. She brought her hand out of the water, pressing it to the one he held against the side of her face. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve that, but… thanks.”

His eyes changed, deep concern developing in them. He drew a deep breath. Suddenly he moved his hand down to grab her by the back of her neck, lifting her up and out of the water completely as he pressed his forehead to hers. /You mean everything to me,/ and the intense honesty behind his mind voice took her breath away. She gasped as everything he had been thinking for the last couple weeks flooded through her. Anxiety, concern, and finally fear… terrible biting fear that he’d lose her. Not one bit of regret was anywhere. The closest was faint exasperation at the fact that she was so concerned about it at all.

Vegeta was right, she realized dully. It really didn’t matter. That thought was gloriously freeing.

He kissed her suddenly, really actually kissed her, pressing his mouth to her own. It was clumsy but heartfelt and she didn’t even hesitate as she kissed him back with a ferocity that surprised even her. She clung to him, desire thrummed through her… she wanted him, but it was more than that, so much more and she pulled him closer, arching against him. Strong arms hoisted her up, twisting about so that she sat in the water straddling him. She whimpered and pushed closer to him, her hands everywhere... the stupid cloth was in the way, she needed to touch skin…

No, she needed more than that. She wanted nothing more than to merge with the person below her, to melt into them, to remain with them, be one together, and she moaned at the intensity of the urge, it was overwhelming, so much it took her breath away. She needed to be with this person FOREVER, this human that looked nothing like himself and the thought of being separate from them caused devastating pain and sadness… so thick he felt it would tear him in two…

She wrenched away from the kiss quickly, leaning back so that she could see him. “Oh my God, Piccolo,” she muttered. She stared down at him with dawning realization. “That’s you.”

He looked shocked then, panting himself, and now she could see… no she could FEEL his panicked alarm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” he said quickly, his eyes briefly going wild. And then he closed off, his face going blank, and as fast as they came the feelings, the overwhelming desire, everything… went away. Completely.

The disconnect hit her like a cold shock to her system. It was actually physically painful. She let out a strangled groan and fell back into the water. His eyes widened again and he was up instantly, grabbing her, picking her up and out of the water. He put her down again onto the tiled floor. “Gohan,” he said urgently, gripping her shoulders as he peered down at her. Her heart was pounding, so fast she felt it take her breath away and she coughed. A sweat broke out over her body and she jerked her head to the side, teeth clenched.

“Turn it back on,” she gasped. “TURN IT BACK ON,” she demanded. She reached up and grabbed his shirt, twisting it in her hand, yanking him down towards her. He stared at her. “PLEASE,” she added, feeling more desperate now than she had been the last few weeks.

He blinked. Then he brought a hand up to press it to her forehead, his eyes falling closed.

The mental link opened up again. It was not as heavy or as intense as it had been before, the emotions and feelings were duller, more… distant. He was controlling it now she realized. It didn’t matter to her at all, all that mattered was it was back. Tears of relief welled up in her eyes. /Thank you,/ she thought at him, relaxing, her head falling back against the tile floor.

When he opened his eyes again they looked troubled. Deep concern for her filtered down through the link. “I’m sorry,” he said, regret tingeing his voice. “I’ve hurt you,” and she could hear the anguish in his words.

“You did no such thing,” she reprimanded, wanting nothing more but to sooth his pain away, silly and unfounded as it was. “How long have you felt that way?” Even as she asked she knew the answer. A long time. A VERY long time, all the way back to when he first abducted her when she was four, and she had unintentionally filled the aching void of loneliness in his life.

She hadn’t even realized. She knew he cared about her of course, and she knew they shared a not often used telepathic connection, she just didn’t know their link ran that deep. This warmth… it was incredible. It occupied all of her senses and soothed her mind… she felt fulfilled, loved… protected. She pushed up suddenly, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder.

“Thank you,” she said happily.

He hesitated only for a second before he hugged her back, dropping his head to rest it on her shoulder as well, his hand coming up to thread into her hair.

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Vegeta had nearly fallen asleep when he heard and felt her approach. His back was to the door and he opened his eyes, though he didn’t say anything or move. She opened the door with a quiet click and walked into the room. There was some light rustling, and then she padded across the floor and climbed into the bed.

He allowed himself a small smile as she leaned up and over and kissed him on the cheek. “Bulma,” he greeted.

She went back to her side of the bed, but not before rubbing his upper arm a couple times in a comforting gesture with a well manicured hand. He listened to her settle in, and then there was silence.

He rolled over onto his back. “Well?” he said. “Aren’t you going to ask?”

“What, ask if you got laid?” she replied, turning to look at him with a twinkle in her eye. “Son already told me.”

He gave her a quick glance then huffed in annoyance. Of course he did.

She reached out, playing a hand across his chest, pausing to sit up a bit to look at the wounds. They were already starting to heal over, accelerated by his rapid Saiyan healing. She lay back down again, and then snuggled into his arm.

“How did she take it?” she asked.

Vegeta was quiet for a moment. “It – she was okay. She took it better than I expected,” he replied. “Though she did have a couple weeks to adjust to the idea,” he added dryly.

Bulma nodded. There was silence for a few more moments. “And how was the sex?” Bulma asked coyly.

He gave her a quick surprised glance to see that she was smiling at him, her eyes glittering with mischief. He shoved her away gently. “You’re just as bad as Kakarrot,” he grumbled.

“Goku wanted to know the details too?” Bulma exclaimed. “Good for you Son! I didn’t know you had it in you!” She giggled and Vegeta cast his eyes at the ceiling.

“So?” Bulma asked again once she got her giggles under control.

Vegeta shot her a nasty look. “It was fine.” When she made a hand motion to elaborate he made a face at her. “The first part wasn’t as...” he made a hand motion to his own chest. “After that she was… responsive. A bit shy. I didn’t hurt her if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She smiled. “I know,” she replied, and she meant it. Son Goku might have been worried about that but she wasn’t. Sharing a bed with the Saiyan prince for several years let her know just what her husband was capable of – and he was capable of a great deal - but that was one thing she knew he wouldn’t do if he could at all prevent it. He was neurotic about never losing control of himself, no matter how angry he got at her. And she was an expert at getting him worked up, just like Goku was, thought she did it deliberately. In fact, if Goku knew how similarly Vegeta reacted to being nettled, he might have found himself a bit disturbed. The difference between her and Goku, however, was that Goku could take a kick in the face at full power, she couldn’t. It was because of that that she fully expected Goku to accidentally find himself in bed with Vegeta at some point during his life, and the thought made her snicker. It wouldn’t be for a while, she knew, her husband was an expert at denial.

Bulma smirked to herself as she watched him study the ceiling, appearing to be lost in thought himself. He was probably thinking about the day and what he had done to Gohan and that made her smile fade away into something more enduring. She knew it had to have been difficult on him, and she had seen how hard he had fought to prevent this from happening in the first place. But she had also known that afternoon, after seeing Gohan’s rapidly deteriorating state, that there was nothing she could do to stop this. Vegeta had been the best choice out of the two, and she would have suggested it anyway if the two Saiyans hadn’t thought of the Time Chamber idea. Anything to keep Son away from his own child.

She also knew Vegeta probably enjoyed it, even if it bothered him. That she expected. She also expected that there were going to be repeat performances, Gohan was still female, and now was going to be pregnant with his child. There was one way to find out… she reached out and played a hand along the arm that had just pushed her away a moment ago. She looked up at him from under lowered lashes. “Would you do it again?” she asked in a low seductive voice.

He gave her a very suspicious look now and moved his arm away from her this time instead of shoving her. “If I answer that truthfully will I still have a place to live?” he returned.

She smirked. The answer was yes. That didn’t particularly disturb her either, and she wondered at that. If it had been a human woman she would have felt differently, she was sure.

She sat up back against the headboard and gave her husband a wounded look. “Of course you will Vegeta,” she said, like he had just asked the dumbest question in the world.

He folded his arms across his chest. He wasn’t convinced. Of course he wasn’t.

She sighed and ran a hand through her short hair. “I feel bad for Gohan,” she said seriously. “She didn’t want any of this to happen to her in the first place. And now she’s going to be pregnant with your child, which means both of you will have to work together to figure out what to do. I really don’t mind sharing you in the meantime, Vegeta, I’d be sharing you anyway,” she added. She paused. “The only thing I’d be upset about would be if…”

Oh here it was, the catch. He smirked, thinking he had caught her.

She didn’t give him the pleasure. “If you ran off with her somewhere and left me behind,” Bulma said, pouting briefly, playfully. She gave her husband a suspicious look and poked him in the arm. “You’re not going to go back into space and try to reestablish the great Saiyan Empire are you?”

Vegeta gave her a half disgusted and half amused look. No, he wasn’t going anywhere. “No.” he replied. “And even if I wanted to, which I don’t,” he added for emphasis, his space faring days had been over for years, “She wouldn’t do it. She’s in love with someone else.”

Bulma was puzzled for a moment, and then nodded as she remembered that Gohan had been dating. “Ah, that Satan girl.”

Vegeta smirked and shook his head. “No, not her,” he paused significantly and drew it out before continuing. “The Namek.”

Well, that one took Bulma by surprise. “W –what? In love with… with Piccolo? When did THAT happen?”

Vegeta shrugged. “Sometime after we left him in a Time Chamber with a sex starved Saiyan. Maybe before. Those two have always been close.”

“Oi.” Bulma pressed a hand to her forehead and slumped back down so that she was lying on the pillows. “Does Goku know?”

Vegeta snorted and shrugged again, lying back on the bed as well. “He’ll find out eventually.”

She chuckled at that. “I’d like to see Goku’s face when he finds out,” she said. Visions of Goku struggling to give the glowering Namekian his blessings floated through her head. Oh, that would be a priceless day.

Vegeta grunted in reply. Secretly he couldn’t agree with her more. His life might have just gotten more complicated, but at least it parts of it had the potential to be amusing. And Bulma had practically given him a free pass with no strings attached to play with Gohan, if the girl would let him. He doubted that it would happen, but it was good to know that his wife was okay with it if the opportunity presented itself. Yes, the day could have definitely gone much, much worse...

And then Bulma started to giggle. When he turned to look at her questioningly she peered up at him with eyes dancing with delight. "Oh my God, Vegeta you're going to be a FATHER again. This is so exciting! Aren't you excited?"

He stared at her. Then his brow twitched. Her laughter grew as he turned over deliberately so that his back was to her. He grit his teeth when the noise didn’t abate any. "Shut UP woman and go to sleep," he growled irritably.

She quieted by degrees and when she finally got control of herself she sighed contently and cuddled up against his back. “I’m excited,” she mumbled happily.

He cast his eyes upwards and didn’t reply.

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