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Flawed Perfection	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 3422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note: Thank you to Harem-Lover-26 for the review! I appreciate the idea, just not sure that action would play into this version of Vegeta's plans. Do not fear! The dragon balls will come into play. This chapter moves to a change in tone for our featured family unit.
Please enjoy!
He was up early, watching the sky waiting for the sun to show itself. Tonight would be the first full moon he had experienced since regaining his tail. If he were able to transform, assume his ultimate power; his plan to dominate the world would be unstoppable.
Soft rustling pricked his ears, drawing his attention to the bed where his mate still slept. She had done well last night, keeping up with him and not giving out before his hunger was satisfied. Never would he have thought such a weak individual could handle him in his full Saiyan glory. She was the key to making all these plans come together. A small sliver of his mind nagged at him, telling him all the wrong he would be doing to her by deceiving her.
Overall in his mind, he felt that she would ultimately appreciate her world coming under his rule. While he would be king, that would make her his queen. Tact and intelligence would prove to be useful qualities in a queen. While he couldn’t remember his own mother, he did remember hearing stories on how she ran the court in the absence of the king with grace and an iron fist.
Bulma opened her eyes, she appreciated how soft the lighting was in their room. Her eyes were able to adjust gradually, looking around wondering where her husband was. She felt someone watching her, only silence in the room but her gut knew she was not alone. She turned over, facing the Eastern window to see Vegeta standing there. His wild, almost dangerous gaze locked with hers. Never had she felt so alive, excited by someone. She had always been intrigued by this man from beyond the starts, but now he had changed into what a Saiyan truly was.
“Good morning,” the words came from his lips like a soft pur, “How did you sleep?”
She blushed, “Quite well actually, thanks to you.” She slowly moved out of the bed to her feet. Her body ached again this morning like it had before.
“I think we should create three more healing tanks. So if for any reason we have multiple people with serious injuries we can get them healed. Your hospitals are quite useless with the degree of power on which Saiyans can inflict injuries even just during routine training exercises.”
It was an odd request to say the least, but who was Bulma to question something Vegeta asked for. Wait. Did she just negate or down play her own importance? She had never thought of herself as submissive by any means, but this change in Vegeta seemed to have pulled something from her. His commanding almost threatening presence stirred something with in her. She realized, she now wanted to be whatever Vegeta wanted or needed. It was a strange feeling knowing she had decided to give herself up in every way for this man.
“Well?” He seemed irritated by her lack of response.
“Oh sorry, I just was lost in thought thinking about what all I needed to do for that project.” She had just lied to him, suppressing her fear that he would somehow know that isn’t what was on her mind. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll get started after breakfast.”
“Good, after we eat I am taking Trunks into the forest to train for the day. The boy is becoming increasingly lazy. It is starting to piss me off.”
Breakfast went on without anything worth noting. Vegeta grit his teeth, Trunks whining about having to go train. Today he would teach the boy some manner. Obstinate like his mother, while mixed his own blood made for a hand full of a child.
“Shut your mouth boy. You need to learn you place.” His voice harsh, seeming to knock Trunk into his seat. “Now go change into your armor, meet me out side. You have ten minutes. Do not make me have to find you.” Trunks sped off to his room, the looming threat of what his father had in mind for punishment hastened his pace.
Vegeta smiled. It was about time the brat learned to listen. Vegeta finished his coffee, looking over at Bulma who had been unusually quiet. He hadn’t the time to worry about her. He made his way to the door, looking back to Bulma. She smiled and gave a small wave; he gave a small nod in return.
Trunks panting heavily, he could not keep up with his father now. When training before with his father, he could at least dodge any attack. Now not only was his power over bearing, his speed could not be matched. Even trying to sense his energy to deliver a blow provided useless. His eyes widened, knowing his father was now standing behind him.
Turning to face Vegeta, feeling a bruise form across his cheek resulting from kick to the face. His father stood there, arms crossed glaring down to the boy. His tail whipped back and forth with irritation.
“You aren’t even trying. I’m not even using half my power.”
Trunks was dumbfounded. His father so immensely strong, he was nothing compared to him. He hung his head in shame, “I am trying dad….” He looked up, eyes burning with determination not to let his father down. “I will train every day! I will be as strong as you!”
Vegeta enjoyed the new found determination of his child. “Good to hear. Now get home. Tell your mother I will be home later.”
“Ok!”
Soon the boy was out of sight, Vegeta grinned. Now all he had to do was wait for the moon. He made his way to a rocky out crop, overlooking the city. He removed his clothing; these new clothes would not stretch and grow to fit a great ape form. The cool breeze washed over his naked form. Such freedom, the prospect of transforming for the first time in over a decade excited him to say the least.
He sat down, wrapping his tail around his waist. Leaning back on his palms, the hard rocky surface supporting him as he stared into the night sky. Soon the moon would be there, bringing about the grandest transformation- he was sure of it. He closed his eyes, imagining the raw power he would possess again. Once he had that power, he would take control and be unstoppable.
It seemed that hours had passed, Vegeta snapped his eyes open. There it was hanging over him, washing him with its white light. He felt waves of the energy flowing through him, now he had to concentrate. Quickly he was to his feet, he roared out into the night sky. His aura rose, swirling around him like a violent whirlpool. He pushed himself into his Super Saiyan form, if he would become his massive form it would be the most powerful.
Finally he felt himself changing. It had been so long since he underwent the transformation , this felt strange in a way. His skin burned like hell fire; the fire soon plunged deep into his core. Finally something broke with in him, he had done it. He expected to open his eyes to gaze down to the city from his massive form. He hadn’t gone into his ape form. This was something else.
Red fur covered his shoulders and reached down his legs. His black hair remained but it had come to frame his face. He would roll with this. He accepted this change, his aura roared around him. He slid his pants and boots back on. He launched himself into the sky, cutting the open air like an expertly sharpened blade. He landed in the main yard of his home. He moved to look to into the decorative fountain. His eyes were icy blue, powerful and frightening. They took the Saiyan by surprise. Somehow he bypassed the level 3 transformation that Kakarot had achieved. Finally he had not only surpassed that moron, but now he had the power to rule anyone.
“Veg…Vegeta?” A small voice called out to him. She did not know how to react to this form. Even she could feel the power rolling around him, it was terrifying. He turned to her, an unreadable expression.
Would he lose control and destroy her? She remembered Goku when he transformed as a child into an ape. The destruction was massive each time it happened, but when Vegeta left Earth after his first visit everyone discussed how Vegeta was in control in that form. This however was something she had never witnessed.
“I won’t hurt you.” Smelling the fear that started to build up deep within his mate. It oozed from her; this form must be truly threatening. He could see her muscles tighten, her instincts urging her to run from him. He knew that she would remain still, giving her trust to him. With long strides, he soon loomed over her.
She placed her hands onto his bare chest; the heat coming from him was other worldly. His heart rumbled deep inside, “I cannot find the words to describe how incredible you are.”
He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her against his body. Hungrily over taking her mouth, the kiss only last an instant before he broke it. He had to remember not to lose control and crush his mate. He released his power, returning to his normal state.
“Let’s get to bed.”
Two months had passed since Vegeta informed Kakarot of the impending threat to the planet. During that time Gohan had been quite helpful in preparing the needed tools to put Vegeta’s plan into motion. Bulma had done studies on Gohan, Trunks, and himself to look at brain activity. More importantly while watching her work, he was able to locate the command center part of the brain where if the stem cells were implanted, Vegeta could retrain the others to think how they needed to. The benefit of this method would be the subjects would think any thought was of their own.
Over this time he had transformed into his new form multiple times, even without the light of the full moon. Luckily for him his wife being the scientist that she was, collected tissue samples from Raditz after the Namekian had killed him all those many years ago. At that point she was not doing medical or biological research but she wasn’t going to risk a specimen that go to waste. She had located a portion in the brain that actually produced stem cells, which would explain why Saiyans became so much stronger after trauma.
Vegeta had only further perfected his power of suggestion with his mate. She sampled the control portion of the Saiyan brain, isolating a key protein that only appeared in that sector. After she accomplished that, she somehow tagged stored stem cells from Gohan and Raditz so when injected they would travel to one location. She was brilliant. He no longer thought as her in the terms “for a human”. She had gone beyond what the Saiyan scientist had been able to do.
Vegeta sat at the bar in the kitchen, watching the world outside. Since his new transformation it seemed that the world had slowed down around him. His newfound power caused his body to constantly pulsate with energy. His attention snapped to the door behind him, he felt Kakarot and his sons.
“About time Kakarot. You missed breakfast; you will just have to live with that.” He scoffed, enjoying the look of disappointment on Kakarot’s face when he turned to face him.
“Awww Vegeta, you couldn’t wait?” Goku whined like a small child, Vegeta would be glad when this behavior would end. He needed to grow up and act like a real Saiyan warrior.
“Stop your bitching Kakarot. Learn to get your ass up before dawn. Great things will not wait for you.” Walking past Kakarot, harshly slamming into his shoulder. “I have something you all will want to see. Bulma has done some impressive work; Gohan had his hand in it as well.”
Gohan felt odd, it wasn’t like Vegeta to praise anyone. He wouldn’t over think it, telling himself “just take the compliment.”
The four men entered Bulma’s lab. Goten and Goku stood in awe at the work Bulma and Gohan had accomplished. Vegeta led them deeper into lab, “She reverse engineered these healing tanks. This way if anyone is seriously injured, we do not have to waste Senzu beans if the need to heal isn’t required in an immediate time frame.”
Goku stepped up alongside the prince, “Do they work?”
Vegeta glared at him, he dared question his mate’s capabilities? “Yes Kakarot, I spent three day in the original one when Bulma fixed this.” He slammed his tail into Goku’s face, knocking him back.
Rubbing his jaw, looking back in disbelief, such strength in a little twitch. “Wow Vegeta, sorry.”
“Do not ever question if Bulma can do anything. Do not forget your son helped out.” Gohan laughed nervously, this felt normal again. Vegeta and his dad, mainly Vegeta going back and forth like bickering kids.
“Let me show you something else.”
Vegeta began to power up, knocking the three others into the solid wall of the lab. Not expecting such a rush of power, taking them by surprise the three were easily knocked out.
“Perfect.”
The three Saiyans were quickly injected with the cells, additional sedation administered. He quickly slipped them into individual tanks, watching the brain activity. Soon he saw the changes, meaning the injection was working.
He called for Bulma. She ran down from the upper floor, shocked by what she saw.
“Vegeta? What happened?” Seeing his newest transformation before her, had he attacked them?
“I went to show them my new form, apparently it was a little to shocking for them. Unfortunately they had been knocked out. I placed them in the tanks to help them recover.” He conveniently left out the part where he used the cells she had cultivated.
“Now let’s not worry about them, I have matters that need attending to.” A lustful and twisted smirk caused her knees to become weak. Oh how he moved her in such way, she felt a familiar warmth and tingle between her thighs.
“Now come here. I want to play a new game.” His words pulled her to him. He could smell her sweet scent, along with growing heat of her arousal. His hands quickly planted themselves on her hips, “Now I want you to know who you are really dealing with.” Leaning over, his hot breath hitting her neck as he whispered into her ear, “I am King Vegeta.”
He forcefully bent her over the icy cold metal table, only months ago he lay on. Still holding her down, he used a free hand to release himself from his pants. Now he moved onto Bulma’s skirt, pulling it up around her narrow waist. Pleasantly surprised to find her without panties.
Her cheek pressed to the table, she quivered with anticipation. When she reawakened the animal side of Vegeta, she unknowingly did the same to herself. There would be pain in this act, she knew that much but it was wanted. The pain somehow made the pleasure even more intoxicating. Thoughts interrupted with feeling of her head being jerked back by her hair.
“Who am I?” He hissed through grit teeth. His grip tightened, his presence over her pushing the words from her red lips.
“King Vegeta.” She said breathlessly, before a moan broke from her lips. A satisfied, almost smug look across his face, he pressed himself against her smooth ass. He needed to hear that again.
“Louder woman. I want the walls to echo with your screams.”
He thrust himself deep into her burning core. Her sweet honey dripping down to cover his thick manhood. She already contracting, pulsing around him.
“KING VEGETA!” She screamed, feeling herself already in climax. He continued venture deeper and deeper into his mate. He wanted more; he would keep her going as long as he could. Over and over she would orgasm at his hands. She would continue to scream that one phrase until her voice became hoarse.
Vegeta finally satisfied that his subordinate Saiyans had heard the truth being screamed from his mate’s mouth. He closed his eyes, letting himself go and savor the sensations as he continued to move in unison with Bulma. He lift her up, remaining inside her, landing a deep bite onto her shoulder. Release. He emptied himself deep into Bulma as she seized up around him. She relaxed, limp in his arms.
They still remained attached, his softening phallus still within her. He kissed her neck softly. For all of his brute strength, he did want to hold on to some tender behaviors that seemed to please Bulma. He pulled from her, gently straightening her skirt. Vegeta sat Bulma on the metal table, brushing a hand through her silky blue locks.
She then realized that they had just had sex in front of three other people. Even though they were unconscious, she still felt a tinge of embarrassment, or was it excitement at the thought of being watched what she felt. Either way the moment had passed.
“That was unexpected honey.” She giggled, looking into his steely blue eyes. His eyes seemed to look deep into her, as if he would know any thought she would have.
“You deserve it. Look at your work, it is better craftsmanship than any Saiyan scientist.” He saw her, blush when he mentioned the “onlookers”.
“Did you enjoy having an audience? You did give a perfect performance.” The thought of his mate having even more exotic taste for sex peaked his interest.
Bulma’s face only became more red, then feeling his hands cup her face. “Don’t be ashamed my queen.” A his playful grin caused her to giggle, she craned her neck up laying a soft kiss on him. She whispered to him as she broke the kiss, “Never my king.”
Bulma sat on the phone, finally someone picked up. She heard a familiar voice on the end of the phone.
“Hey ChiChi, the boys are going to stay over a few days.” She rolled her eyes, Goku’s wife being dramatic as usual. “Look ChiChi, school isn’t in session. Gohan has been working for nearly two months straight, and since Buu the boys haven’t been able to just be boys. “ No way was the going to tell her that they actually got injured in a freak accident, she would never hear the end of it.
Finally she was able to get off the phone with ChiChi. Damn can that woman talk. Vegeta came into the kitchen, normal form. He seemed fatigued, staying in that exotic form seemed to take it out of him. He seemed displeased with something.

“Something wrong?”
His head snapped towards her, his deep black eyes full of trouble. “Why haven’t they waken up yet.” He almost growled at her, demanding a suitable answer.
“Hon, it has been less than a day since you put them in there. You did a number on them. Your strength must have just over whelmed them; maybe they are just too embarrassed to wake up.”
This act of stroking his ego seemed to raise his spirits. He chuckled to himself, his eyes softened, “I guess you are right.”
His eyes snapped open, suddenly aware he was floating with something strapped to his face. He thrust his hands against the glass. He could see Vegeta…no that wasn’t right he was King Vegeta. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his head. He could hear him, although muffled.
“Kakarot, settle down. If you break my shit, I will break you…again.” Kakarot nod in acknowledgment. The fluid began to drain from around him. Within a few minutes he was out, standing before Vegeta. Without hesitation, he made a fist quickly bringing it to impact his own chest, bending down to one knee.
He barked out, looking to the ground, “What do you ask of me my king?” His voice unwavering with loyalty to Vegeta.
“Wait for these two to wake, when the three of you are cleaned up come to my gravity room. It is time your training intensifies.”
“Yes, my king.”
Vegeta walked away, disappearing up the staircase. Kakarot remained watching, his two sons in the tanks. Waiting for them to awaken, their king was waiting. Before long Gohan and Goten both began to stir, urged to not struggle by their father.
Gohan was the first to speak, “Dad, what happened.”
“Just a small accident son, our King ensured we were taken care of.” Gohan nod, not batting an eye at his father referring to Vegeta as king. Apparently Vegeta’s plan was working. Goten was playing around, starting to climb on some lab equipment. Kakarot’s gaze settled on his youngest boy.
“Goten, control yourself. We need to see our king upstairs right away.” Freezing in his tracks, Goten climbed down. He gave a small nod. The three traveled up stairs.
Vegeta stood in the center of his gravity room. Transformed into his Super Sayian 4 form, as he called it. Kakarot and his two sons, stood in awe of their king.
“Sir! Incredible.” He said, urging to his sons to follow suit as he dropped to one knee as Vegeta turned to face them. Vegeta appeared quite satisfied.
“I know. Now like I said your training needs to be refined. I can protect myself, however your queen needs her personal guard to be at their best.” Vegeta positioned himself into a battle ready stance. “Now come at me, the three of you, with all you have. Kakarot, no holding back or I will end you.”
With a bold roar, Kakarot raised his aura pushing himself into his 3^rd level Super Saiyan form. They charged.

Bulma prepared a large dinner for group that soon would be biting at the bit to eat. They have been training all day, including her son. Glad to have him spending time with his father. She heard heavy steps nearing the kitchen. All five of them looked bloody and bruised, even Vegeta.
“Vegeta! Are you ok? You look like hell!” She said, rushing over to wipe his face. He looked up, chuckling.
“You take on four Saiyans at once and see how you look.” Her thoughts went into left field, blushing, then back to reality. She kissed his brow, “It’s a good look on you though. All rugged and manly.”
Vegeta sat at the head of the table, Bulma setting a plate in front of him. She finished serving everyone, taking her seat next to Vegeta. They all ate in silence. Bulma wasn’t used to the silence with everyone together, but the training must have been extremely intense. Vegeta finished first, a stern look to the three other males.
“Again tomorrow the three boys will train , Kakarot. You and I have other business to attend to. The three of you are to be here no later than dawn. Till then.” He left, heading for a hot shower.
Kakarot nod in silence as he continued to eat. Fighting the urge to salute his king. He had to keep up causal appearances at the request of King Vegeta. The queen did not need to be alarmed at any threats that they might face soon. He didn’t question his King’s logic.
Bulma finished up, “Trunks, clean up. Then off to shower and bed with you.” It was already late, she was ready to rest. Kakarot spoke up, “Goten, Gohan help him. After the three of you are done, come home.” Kakarot turned to leave, a small wave to Bulma. “I will see you tomorrow.”
Bulma entered her room, she could still hear Vegeta in the shower. Her bed looked so inviting; she slipped out of her dress. She picked up a familiar pink shirt and slid it on. Looking over her shoulder, seeing the words “Bad Man” on the back caused a grin.
“Such a bad man, my ass.” She giggled, thinking about how Vegeta had changed. Gone from a distant hateful brat, to a loyal loving slightly less hateful brat.
“Was that in invitation?” Vegeta stood in the door way, naked. He appeared statuesque propping himself against the door way. He sauntered over to Bulma, pulling her into a passionate kiss. His hands explored her body, finally coming to grasp her two around buttocks.
Bulma reached up, running her hands into his thick jet black hair. “Maybe, but at the moment I would just like to sleep. You are wearing me out.”
Vegeta picked her up, moving over to the bed, freeing a hand to pull down the blankets. He slid down into bed, still holding her. Lying next to her, she soothed him. No matter how angry he would get at the world around him, he could depend on her to bring him back to his center. This conquest of the planet would not be for his own selfish reasons, they were present, but he wanted to give her all the benefits of being his mate- his queen.
He could hear her slow shallow rhythmic breathing, she fell asleep quickly. That was fine with him, she needed her rest. Tomorrow he would make move for power, subtle but significant.
He dressed himself, in Earth fashions but ones of his liking. Striking black suit, tailored to fit his muscular form. His shirt, fine silk, rich red unbuttoned to show the apex of his collar bones. He eyed himself in the mirror, not his usual style but not bad none the less.
The president requested a conference with a representative of Capsule Corp, he would fill the need. By gaining the trust, forming a friendly relationship with such a high power, by Earth standards, Vegeta would be able to manipulate things in a manner that suit him. He picked up a bottle of the spiced wine, a special recipe just for the occasion. This particular recipe seemed to be highly addictive, driving the user to do anything necessary to have just a taste.
He made his decent down stairs to the main living room, Bulma sitting on the couch reading one of her many scientific periodicals. She would be attending this meeting with him, but would not be susceptible to the effects of the wine. He had given her a pain medication cut with something to block the addictive substance from absorbing into her body earlier when she complained about a head ache. He had taken the same “medication” as a precaution, not the he actually thought he could succumb to an addiction, he could not risk it.
“You ready to go woman?” She looked up, surprised to see him dressed in such a fashion. Now she could not decide what look she favored more. He could see her eyeing him, he rolled his eyes he disliked anytime she eye balled him in such a manner, although it was a rare occurrence. It wasn’t the hungry look of desire that he had become accustomed to over the years, now she was looking at him like a novelty. He was her king, not a shiny trinket to admire.
“Ready when you are.” She said with a cheerful look, looking eager like a young girl being taken to dance or some stupid human tradition. He would have to put up with her momentarily immature excitement; they didn’t go out on “dates” often. He motioned for her to follow him out the door, she followed excitedly. It wasn’t every day that they were invited to meet with members of the government to discuss military contracts. It was about time the government realized the value her company offered.
Vegeta glared, the screening process to enter the presidential home was beyond irritating. They fussed over his tail; fortunately he was immune to any pain from any pressure being placed on it. Finally they sat in a receiving hall, again waiting on their host. One day he would be the ruler, causing those seeking audience to wait needlessly. The door finally opened, a small framed woman appeared.
Her voice was high pitched, nearly screeching as she welcomed them. Vegeta glared, hoping this woman hadn’t breed to reproduce that annoying trait. She led them into an overly lavish sitting room with plush over stuff chairs, gaudy chandeliers, and various works of “art”. On his home planet, the only art accepted were detailed tapestries detailing epic battles or sculpted busts of the lineage of the royal family. Tasteless, this world’s leader lacked class or dignity.
The president finally shuffled his was into greet the pair; he laid a kiss on Bulma’s hand. She giggled and played the role of a sweet young lady, greeting short president being sure to say the right things to inflate his ego. It sickened Vegeta to watch this beast interact with his mate, another flaw with the government officials of this planet. Any young tight thing walks in, all logic is thrown out the window. However given Vegeta’s plans, this fatal flaw with the president would work in his favor.
His dark eyes, watching the president as he came near holding an out stretched hand in greeting. If he were to kiss Vegeta’s hand, he would be dead. Of course he was met with a hand shake, Vegeta being sure to squeeze tightly, a subtle way of asserting dominance in the situation. He offered them to take a seat. Small talk between Bulma and the president seemed to drag on.
“Sir, we have a gift for you. It isn’t much but we are sure you will enjoy it.” Bulma reached out to Vegeta wanting to take the bottle. He ignored her; it was his time to take charge of the situation.
“This is a special recipe created by my people, I cannot give any detail but you know there are a wide variety of strange species on this planet.” He chuckled, the short fur covered man nodded in agreement with a hardy laugh. He seemed eager to crack the seal on the bottle. This was perfect; he was already an avid drinker. This was almost too easy.
Vegeta gave the bottle to Bulma, having her pour the drinks. She was doing her duty, serving the men before herself. He could see the reaction once the wine hit the president’s lips. Perfect. Various discussions concerning military and medical contracts passed between the young CEO and the president. This bored Vegeta, he kept his expression neutral, swishing his wine about his glass. He was uninterested in finishing it, the only one who continued to drink was the president.
Finally it was time to leave, the president flushed with wine slightly slurring his words. Bulma excused herself to go power her nose, leaving Vegeta with the president.
“Vegeta, I thoroughly enjoyed having you both here. I cannot remember the last time my political discussions were so amusing. Your wife sure if a fire cracker of a lady.”
Vegeta hated the tone he took when referring to his mate. He would play along, “She sure is, never a dull moment.”
The president took a more serious tone, “Now can I get that wine recipe? I would love to keep a bottle on hand.” Sure he would, just a bottle. He had played him right into his hand.
“I am afraid it is a secret family recipe.” A mischievous grin, “However I am sure I can make sure you have a supply to suit your needs.”
“Well I will be in touch! Now if you will excuse me, I have other matters that need my attention.”
Vegeta nod, letting himself out. He was suddenly met with the shrill voiced woman. If he had to be around her much longer his ears would bleed. She came in close proximity, leaning in to run a finger down his chest, stopping at his jacket button tugging slightly.
What was this female up to? Was she a whore? He wasn’t aware that high powers males on this planet kept such services on hand. She looked up to him, she had dull brown eyes. She tried to make up for her plainness with excess makeup. She definitely a whore. He felt her grab at his crotch.
He shoved her back against the wall, dark angry eyes burning with rage. He would definitely enjoy doing away with bitch once he took power. About to lay into her with insults, he heard a familiar voice screaming at him.
“The hell are you doing Vegeta? I am gone for a few minutes and you get handsy with another woman? The fuck? The literal fuck you ass? I’m leaving, you know how to get home on your own.”
She stormed out, leaving Vegeta in silence. He hadn’t seen Bulma so enraged in years, usually after he insulted her. He still didn’t quite understand why he would put up with her nonsense on a daily basis. He glared at the whore.
“Look you tramp, one day you will suffer for the irritation you have caused me this day.” He left fuming, wondering why Bulma was acting so dramatic.
She was blind with rage, sitting in the back of her car. She had ordered her driver to the mall close to home. She would attempt to take her mind off Vegeta with a little retail therapy. Finally they stopped at suitable location, in the nice part of West City. It had been a long drive from the presidential home, but her temper had not cooled by any means.
Entering the mall, she honestly didn’t know where to start. Honestly she didn’t want to shop; she just didn’t want to go home and see Vegeta. She began to browse into the store windows, being drawn to the lingerie boutique. Why would she want to shop for delicate under garments after seeing Vegeta betray her? She pushed her thoughts away as she continued to browse.
“Hey! Bulma!” A man called out to her from the exterior of the shop. She turned to see Yamcha.
She hadn’t seen Yamacha since the conflict with Buu ended. He was probably trolling the mall for young stupid girls to lay for a night and then not call again. She placed a lacy nighty back onto the rack and went over to chat. Maybe some pointless small talk would take her mind off of what she saw.
Damnit woman. Why did she have to react so hastily without letting him clarify what was really happening. Things were so much simpler when they were just fucking out of convenience. Now with emotions involved life was so much more complicated and messy. Before all of this the only mess he had to deal with was the remains of those he slaughtered. Finally he felt her energy, in a mall of course.
“So Bulma, what have you been up to?” Yamcha attempted to turn on his charm to dazzle his ex. Bulma didn’t appear amused with his poor attempts to flirt.
“Nothing much. We met with the president this morning to discuss Capsule Corp taking over some contracts.” She felt pleased being able to advertise her accomplishment without having to awkwardly interject it later in the conversation.
“Man that is awesome. I see you are looking for something special to wear. Looking to celebrate later?” He leaned forward, a perverse grin as he looked her up and down. She was still in amazing shape even being a mom. “You know I could always help you look. I would even be willing to help you try them on, more importantly take them off.”
Bulma taken back by how forward he was feeling red flushness rush across her face. It was just like Yamcha to try too hard. Any time they were intimate, he was awkward and just bad at it over all. He even tried to be kinky and spank her once. That was just previous to their last and final breakup. As strange as it was, remembering these old times lightened her spirits.
“The hell you will.” A deep growl came from behind Yamcha, sending her hair to stand on end. Obviously Vegeta had found her and heard what Yamacha had said. She was once again furious, after catching him in a compromising position how dare he act this way.
She pushed her way passed Yamcha, blue eyes on fire. “You jerk! You have a lot of nerve to act so jealous after what I saw. Yes Yamcha is a lecherous moron, but I am more than capable of taking care of myself. I have been able to take care of myself before you and will be able to do so without you!”
Yamcha slid away, not wanting to get between the two. Has scary as Vegeta could be, he was more scared of Bulma.
“Furthermore, had I wanted you here with me I would have invited you along. Maybe you should go see that bitch again; I seem to remember interrupting something just a while ago.”
It had been so long since she had such boldness addressing him. He stood a moment, taken back by her words. Did she just tell him that him being gone would be nothing more than a minor inconvenient to her? He struggled to right retort.
His eyes narrowed, feeling something had broken within him. He was done living an obvious lie. If she could live without him, he didn’t need her. No he didn’t want her.
“Fine bitch. Have it your way.” He released a Ki blast to form an opening in the roof, rubble crashing all around him. His eyes wild with rage, looked away from her. She now rushed to not be crushed beneath debris. Launching himself into the sky, rocketing to nowhere. He would bring his rule over this Earth soon. His new plan was much more to be more violent and bloody, just the way he liked it. He would bring everyone to their knees to bow before him, including her.
Bulma slumped against a wall, in shock trying to take in what had just transpired. They have arguments and fights before but none that ended like this. Usually he would just glare and sulk, but now his temperament was much more violate than before. She had to get home, making sure Vegeta didn’t do anything as reckless as this to their home.
She ran outside, her car brought right up without hesitation. Speeding away, hoping to make it home before him.
This doesn't bode well for the world in general. I hope everyone is enjoying this so far, fleshing out the next chapter. As always thank you for reading and feel free to review c/c!
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