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Recovery	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 4751 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or profit from this fanfic.
Sorry for the last two chapters, being short and rushed. Hopefully this one is more satisfying. Unfortunately I likely will not post another chapter until mid-December. Still searching my mind for where this story is going (Seriously I had the other two stories arise from my mind while sleeping, this story is making my brain for work it.)
“That is preposterous!” Vegeta slammed his balled gloved fist into the training room wall. His brows furrowed, ebony eyes a blaze with fury towards Piccolo.
“Vegeta, see reason in my words and that of the evidence before you. Bulma attempted to end her life and since recovering has returned to you as before. No terrified, panicked, or fragile woman you said that was living with you for near months. If she has had some sort of mental break down, she is a danger to us all. It cannot merely be coincidence that Gohan, one of her ‘tormentors’ in this other life of hers was near fatality injured in an training accident?”

Vegeta closed his eyes, regaining some form of composure. His thoughts a spun wildly; he knew Piccolo was right, just not willing to admit it.

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Bulma sat in her room, brushing her hair as she hummed to herself. There was no possible way that she could have hurt Gohan. That must have been just a wild dream or premonition to his accident. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror. Her hair had been growing out for some time. Perhaps it was time for a change?
She began to dig through her bathroom drawers. “Ah ha! I knew I you would be here!” She held up a pair of silver shears. Bulma stood before her mirror, sectioning out her hair and making precise cuts. A devious smirk spread its way across her lips. “This will be dramatic.”
She stood, eyeing her handy work. Her blue locks now cut short into a pixi style cut. This style complimented her angular features.
“Bulma?”
A familiar voice came from behind her. Goku stood in the door way, a perplexed look upon his face. He closed the door behind him before resuming his typical happy go lucky demeanor.
“I just wanted to thank you for helping Gohan.”
Bulma smiled sweetly, approaching Goku with almost sensual fluid movements. She lift herself upon the tips of her toes to wrap her arms around his muscled neck. She pressed herself to his body, feeling his hard muscles twitch beneath his light, thin clothing. Bulma looked up to lock gaze with him, “It is the least I can do for the times you have saved me.” She ended her words by laying a kiss upon Goku’s chest.
He shifted uncomfortably with Bulma pressing herself harder again him. He nervously chuckled, “Well that is ok Bulma…” His words cut short with the sensation of her hand taking grasp of his soft member. She ran her hand up and down its length, the thin material of his pants being the only barrier between them. All he could bring himself to do was stand in shock, while his body responded to her touch. Soon enough he was standing rigid, his member in desperate need to spring forth from the confines of his clothing.
“Bul…Bulma…what are you doing? You are Vegeta’s wife!” He exclaimed. He gently pushed her away, his face flushed with embarrassment with eyes everted from her. Bulma narrowed her cold blue eyes, a look of distain swept across her face.
“You know, Kakarot, I knew a version of you that would not have hesitated to take what he wanted from me.”
Goku faltered in his expression, shocked at the words coming from her mouth. “What do you mean? I would never touch you like that! You are my oldest friend Bulma…I respect you too much to do anything like that.”
Bulma sneered, “Oh really Kakarot? I remember you pressing my back into the hard wooden surface of a bed frame, shoving your rather sizable cock down my throat. When you had that bit of fun you then decided to put it somewhere else and gave it all you had. At first I thought I disliked it, but as I think back I really did have a good time.” His expression was of confusion and embarrassment, she reveled in his humiliation.
“Look Bulma, I know you went through a ton of horrible things…I promise not to tell Vegeta about this..”
Cut short with Bulma erupting with laughter, “ You think he will believe you Kakarot? I am his wife. You are merely his idiot rival. If you want to test your theory that he would even remotely even consider the notion that I would be attracted and or even willing to touch you, go right ahead.”

Goku stumbled back, nearly crashing into an end table before making his way out of her room. Leaving her to gloat over her strange dominance of the situation.

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Goku stood outside of the room Vegeta was utilizing during the trip. He was not geared for this type of situation. Now if he was standing toe to toe with a strong fighter, fear and nervousness would be further from his mind. The door opened suddenly, shaking him from his thoughts.
“Kakarot.” Vegeta said flatly, “What do you want? Why are you lurking outside of my door….and why are you so sweaty?”
Goku looked down, wringing his hands. He could feel Vegeta’s intense glare burning into his skin. He managed to choke out a few words. “We need to talk…about Bulma,” he trailed off.
Vegeta taken back, a grimace slowly grew. “Come in. You are the second person to tell me that recently,” he grumbled as he headed back into his room.
Goku sat on a small chair, just finishing an altered story for Vegeta. He left out the small bit about Bulma touching him in such a sexual manner, he couldn’t bring himself to say such things about his oldest friend. As far as Vegeta now knew is that Bulma simply divulged details of what happened at his own hands in another life.
“I know of this Kakarot. I simply did not give all of these details to spare you and more importantly my wife the embarrassment.”
Goku looked to his Saiyan counterpart in shock, “…and you let me live?”

Vegeta narrowed his eyes, “Trust me Kakarot, if I thought your infantile brain would wrap around the circumstances that caused her pain, I would explain it. Now leave me.” His voice boomed with such force, it seemed to push Goku from the room.

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Bulma snuggled herself deeply down into her plush bedding. Sleep would overtake her quickly this evening. The events of the day had worn greatly on her mind. Did she really try to seduce Goku? Her thoughts began to blur into darkness. Sleep came.
Bulma found herself in a black room. Standing alone in her night gown, the floor ice cold and the air still.
“Nice choice for us to sleep in.” Her own voice, came from behind her. It was her voice, however it was more dark and sultry.
She turned on her heel, to face herself. Her mirror like image stood before her. She was dressed in familiar boots, ¾ length leather trousers, white t-shirt, and cropped leather jacket. Her breasts were not bound, hair and eyes of natural color.
“Yes, drink it all in honey. I am you. I am you as we should be.”
Bulma was at a loss for words. She stood just staring at this alternate version of herself. A version of herself she only now could see in her dream like memories. “How…how are you here talking to me?” She squeaked out the words as she watched her mirror self pace around her in a predatory fashion.
“I am a part of you, silly girl. I am as you should be. You who shunned away all the greatness that being the queen of an empire. Had you not so rashly wished away our chances, we would have ruled the world with our king and enjoyed the power and pleasures of ruling.”
Bulma swallowed hard, in disbelief of what she was hearing, “What do you mean? You should have never have existed in this world. You would only appear in my memories or dreams as a remembrance as what could have been…answer me. Tell me, how are you here.”
Her mirror self let loose a hearty laugh, “Well you silly girl. I have been here all along. I never did go away. To put it simply, you are the ego and I am the id. I have just now gained enough control to show myself.”
Bulma’s eyes grew wide and full of shock. “You mean you…”
“Exactly pretty girl.” Her mirror self came in close proximity, planting a kiss upon her cheek. “I gave you all those delightful dreams after your failed attempt to silence me. I also guided your hand into penetrating that useless half breed, and tried to show you how to use your power over Kakarot. I’ve slowly been able to make an appearance….perhaps I can come into the spot light permanently.”
Bulma jumped at this; all at once the black room and her mirror companion fell away. Again she found herself back in her bed. Her sheets were soaked, a cold sweat covered her skin. She peeled herself away from her damp blankets and brought herself to her legs cautiously. Now it seemed that the danger would not be Goku, Gohan, or even Vegeta but herself. How could she protect those closest to her if she herself could not separate herself from her dark shadow?
The disheveled blue hair woman threw on a thick fluffy robe, tying it tightly. She had to speak to Piccolo, the only person aboard this ship who wouldn’t be the target of any malice from her other self. She had to find him, without finding anyone else. She stabbed Gohan, sexually harassed Goku, but no telling what would transpire if she crossed paths with Vegeta. She stopped in her tracks. Steady steps closing in behind her. Bulma whirled about to be faced with Piccolo. She released a deep slow breath of relief.
“Piccolo! I need to speak with you. I am a danger.” She blurted out before he rushed to into the common area of the ship.
“Calm down Bulma, what do you mean?”
“I mean you big green dork, there is another me inside of here!” She pointed to her head, her eyes wide watering on the verge of breaking down into tears. “Somehow an alternate version of myself is stuck in my head, from my other life- the other time I lived…she I mean, I seeks to reclaim this body. She says that I was hasty in my decision to wish away the life I was living. She said I enjoyed the power and pleasures of ruling with Vegeta….I think she seeks to weed out those would speak against this like Gohan and corrupt Vegeta into having the mindset of a power hungry despot.” Bulma clutched her face, digging her nails into her fare flesh, “You probably think I am crazy.”
Piccolo sighed, he had never been comfortable with how emotive humans could be especially the women. He in an act of support, awkwardly patted her shoulder. “No I do not think you are mentally insane, however I do question your mental stability. It is probably best if you retire to your room for these last couple days of the journey. Soon we will be on Namek.”
Piccolo’s attention was taken by Vegeta entering the room. He watched the Saiyan prince study his wife.
“You look terrible woman.” Vegeta came to stand shoulder to shoulder with Piccolo. “I agree with the Namekian, you should remain in your room.”
Bulma lunged, striking Vegeta in the face. Her eyes burning with a savage fire a blaze within her crystal blue eyes. Vegeta cocked an eye brow, a curious smirk upon his lips.
“So you want to play woman? We can arrange that.”
His gloved hand wrapped about her thin wrist, pulling her along behind him. She pulled, fighting against him. She clawed at his arms, roaring in protest.
“Unhand me you ape!” The wild animal thing that Bulma seemed to devolve into hissed, leaping up biting his shoulder.
Vegeta pushed his way through her bedroom door, his wife in tow. He shut the door, locking it behind the pair. He released her wrist, slinging her onto her bed.
“Now woman, you are to remain here and behave yourself. Piccolo is right, you need to remain here until we reach Namek. When we arrive there, you may be released to run in the wild with other uncivilized creatures that inhabit those lands.”
Bulma turned, breathing heavily. Clarity began to creep back into her mind. She looked Vegeta over, making mental detail of his defined muscles, strong jaw line, and his dark deep eyes. She wanted him. Bulma stumbled to her feet, rushing to crashing into him. She pressed her lips to his; he parted her lips to hungrily take over her mouth.
Vegeta ran his hands down her side, taking hold of her hips, drawing them close to him. Pressing her back, the two moved in union towards the bed. He broke the kiss, drawing a deep haggard breath in. He could smell her pheromones, thick on the air. Bulma sat on the edge of the bed, looking up drunken with want and need of Vegeta.
She untied her robe, allowing it to fall from her shoulders. She leaned forward, running her hands up his body to end on his chest. All inhibitions melted away, along with the clothing covering the two. They explored each other bodies with kisses and delicate touches. Vegeta soon focused tender kisses on her flower, circling her pearl with quick light touches of his tongue. He could taste her honey flowing, his tongue swept down to penetrate her soft folds.
Bulma arched her back, her fingers woven in his black mane. She began to buck her hips in a rhythmic fashion in reaction to electric sensations of pleasure. Biting her lip, not wanting to fall to a release; she would fail. She called out his name, wrapping her tightly around his thick neck. She fell limp, her arms and legs went lax around Vegeta. He moved to hold himself above her naked form.
“That is how I show my wife what she needs. Now if my wife ready for more?”
Bulma nodded, ready to spend the entire night with him.
Well so is Bulma really crazy? Does she have an echo of her other life scheming in her head? Will one night of love making fix her shattered mind? Probably not :D I hope this chapter was up to snuff. I hope the next chapter is better. As always thank you for reading, I appreciate any reviews. C&C welcomed!
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