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I'll Remember	By : Mallie-3 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters.

Listening to: "Sail Away (Orinoco Flow)" By: Enya

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"Oh god please no, this can't be happening to me…" Bulma paced her bathroom, casually looking down upon the small pregnancy test lying against the wrinkled sheets of her bed.

Her hands were weaving through her loose blue hair, gripping it tightly as she bit her lower lip. Bulma backed up and sat in the small computer chair near the only desk in her dorm and took in a deep breath. She was a week late.

She was sure she was going to get her monthly any time soon. It was a couple days after her period was due when she started to feel mild cramping. The only problem was there was no sign of the actual "monthly" itself. Seven days had passed and the only things her body had been experiencing were mild cramping and tender breasts. The thought completely smacked her in the face after realizing how careless they had been lately when it came to sex.

How come she didn't think it this before? Bulma forced herself to get a home pregnancy test as soon as possible. After she arrived back at the dorm with the box, it hadn't moved from her sheets and remained completely unopened. She knew that if she was, she would have to face the facts sooner or later, because there was no turning back. She would be royally screwed.

"It's alright Bulma, take a deep breath." She coached herself as she grabbed the box, shoving it into a small hand bag and opening her dorm door to sneak down the hallway to the bathrooms.

Bulma moved to the farthest stall from the entrance and sat upon the toilet seat, pulling the box from the handbag and laying it upon her lap.

She carefully ripped the top open and slipped out a small folded paper, which had the directions printed on it. She skimmed them quickly and then shoved it back into the box. Her quivering fingers ripped open the plastic casing around the pregnancy test, revealing a thick instrument, which was capped to protect the testing strip.

Bulma sighed dramatically and placed the opposite end into her mouth, quickly unbuttoning her pants and positioning her body over the seat. She pulled the cap free and put it into place, relaxing and counting in her head the number of seconds the stick had to be under the stream. She pulled it back and capped it, laying it flat upon the flimsy material of her purse and waited. Her ankles bowed as she covered her face with her hands, unable to watch what was happening on the small oval screen, which would soon reveal the answer to her question.

After sitting for three minutes upon a toilet in a stall where she could hear the girls from her hall walking in and out constantly, she knew it was time to have a peak at the results. Bulma slowly opened her blue eyes and allowed them to drop the small stick lying in her lap.

Her breath hitched in her throat as a waved of anxiety hit her full force. The two pink lines told her everything she needed to know. She was pregnant. There was no doubt about it. The only question was, how in the hell was she going to tell Vegeta about this? This news was devastating. She was a college student and the heiress of Capsule Corporation. Her father would explode and there would be hell to pay if he knew his all-time rival's son had impregnated his only daughter.

Bulma placed the stick in her purse and pulled her pants back into place. The door squeaked as it opened slowly. She peaked around and slowly made her way back to her dorm room. She flung her body onto the sheets and began looking to the ceiling. The soft ringing in her ear caught her attention, causing her to frown in confusion.

The ringing grew louder as if it was right next to her ear.

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Bulma moaned into the pillow and lifted her head, casually wiping the stream of saliva from her mouth and frowned deeply.

"Dreaming…why am I dreaming…about…that?" she whispered, feeling around for her phone, which had completely pulled her from her sleep. Her mother was calling and she had no inclination to answer. She tossed it to the ground and rolled over.

The silky sheets below her completely took her by surprise. Bulma gripped a handful and yanked them closer to her face. Her body jolted from its resting position and immediately her eyes scanned the large bedroom. The small round light bulbs placed into the drywall, which accented the room were dimly lit. The curtains were drawn closed, allowing very little light in.

Bulma ran a hand through her messy blue locks of hair and pushed herself up from the bed. Her eyes lowered feeling the tight dress hugging her waist. She gripped the material and yanked it down past her hips. She shook her head and slowly made her way toward the closed door.

Finally making it to the kitchen from the second floor, Bulma was instantly floored by the delicious smell of bacon and eggs. She could hear the sound of the coffee pot brewing a fresh pot of coffee, which the smell mingled with the breakfast food.

Licking her dry lips, the blue haired woman stepped into the kitchen seeing Vegeta standing with his bare back facing her. She couldn't help but smile. She never thought she would be awaking to him ever again, but here he was. Which then brought her back to the dream her had just moments before and her stomach was instantly queasy.

"Good morning." Bulma whispered, which caused Vegeta to paused a moment to glance over his shoulder to take in her freshly awoke figure.

Bulma stepped closer to the island countertop placed in the middle of the kitchen and sat upon one of the bar stools to watch him as he flipped the sizzling pieces of bacon.

"Good morning, are you feeling alright?" he asked gruffly, hiding his grin by keeping his focused eyes upon the bacon sizzling on the skillet.

Vegeta set down the fork and walked to the cabinet. He pulled out a small bottle of pain relief and poured three round pills and handed them to her, "Take these; it should help with the headache." He then walked to another spot in his kitchen to retrieve a mug and poured a hot cup of coffee, "Cream or sugar?" he lifted his dark eyes to meet her interested stare.

"No, I take it black." She rubbed her face and reached forward to grip the mug he pushed closer to her.

"Hm, that doesn't sound like you." He quirked a dark eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yes, well things change." Bulma said dully as she took a sip, "Can you get me a glass of water. This coffee is too hot for me to swallow these." She waved the hand with the pain killers.

Vegeta turned around and grabbed a clear glass and filled it with tap water and pushed it toward her. He watched her pop the pills in her mouth and swallow them down with a couple large drinks of water. He then turned back around facing the cabinets to prepare a couple plates.

"Scrambled eggs alright?" Vegeta shot over his shoulder.

Bulma made a noise responding to him and held her aching head. She watched him scoop the fluffy eggs onto a plate, place a few pieces of bacon, and ending with a piece of toast. He placed the steaming plate in front of her, which she of course began to eat slowly, "Thank you for cooking this. You really didn't have to. Also sorry for the other night, I actually ridiculously."

Vegeta grunted in response and began to eat his own meal quickly, but instead of sitting he remained standing up. Bulma lifted her eyes, watching him shovel fork full after fork full into his waiting mouth. She chuckled and patted the seat next to her, "Why don't you have a seat. I don't bite." She stabbed a few fluffy chunks of her eggs and placed them into her mouth.

Vegeta swallowed the last bit of food in his mouth and made his way around the table and sat next to her, placing his plate in front of him and resumed eating. They ate in complete silence, which both of them finished and walked their plate to the sink. Vegeta leaned up against the edge of his counter and watched her carefully.

Bulma slowly walked around the kitchen and inspected every tiny detail as if it was new to her, which Vegeta then started wondering how drunk she really was when she had first arrived at his home. She slowly turned and bit her lower lip, meeting his intense gaze.

"Why?" she finally asked, wrapping her arms around her midsection.

Vegeta's eyebrows knitted, hearing her one worded question, "What do you mean 'why'?" he kept his strong stance near the counter top.

"Why did you want me here? Why even invite me and start such a complicated relationship?" Bulma's arms dropped to her side as she took a few hesitant steps toward the man she once called her own. The memories had complete hit her like a ton of bricks, thanks to that dream and now it had her emotional state heightened.

She then ran a hand in an irritated motion through her messy blue locks and huffed, "Relationship, if I can even call it that…who am I kidding…" a slight blush formed on her cheeks.

"I can't tell you why…" he finally said.

"You can't because you don't know, or you can't because you won't?" Bulma blinked a few times and pursed her lips.

"Woman, I am not sure why. I guess it brought me back when I first saw you at that restaurant, and after that moment I couldn't stop thinking about…well, you." His face immediately changed as different emotions surfaced from deep within him, which caused his hands to clench the side of the counter turning his knuckles white, "What are you worried your fiancé is going to find out and call off your little wedding?" he eyed the kitchen floor.

Her face contorted in an odd expression because of his snippy tone, "No…well…yes, I don't know. I am worried because I am not sure you and I are a good idea especially because of our situations. I am getting married and you have a wife. Don't you feel bad at all?" Bulma looked down at the ridiculously revealing dress, which hugged her curves.

Vegeta lifted his dark eyes and narrowed them, taking in her nervous expression, "No, I don't." he whispered, "I was just taking advantage of our time together. I can't say I regret it because I do enjoy your company. It was just as it was before." He admitted, running a hand through his unruly hair.

Yes, the time before you accidently knocked me up?

"Bulma if you didn't want to come, you wouldn't be here right now in my kitchen having breakfast with me. We didn't completely screw up. We didn't sleep with each other, so if you are still having second thoughts then there is the door," he pointed down the hallway, "I can call you a cab and we can move on with our lives." His well shape lips were set in a straight line, and he was completely unreadable.

Bulma gripped the tight material covering her body. Finally she spoke, but it wasn't loud enough for Vegeta to hear, so he leaned in and raised a brow, "Well?"

"I said 'no' I am not leaving." Bulma turned and started to walk down the hall, "Can I use your bathroom?"

Vegeta pushed off the counter and followed her down the hall, "Yes, come here, woman." His fingers glided over the soft curve of her hip, resulting in her shooting him a glare.

They quickly entered the bathroom, where he pointed out the towels and an extra tooth brush, which was still in its packaging. Vegeta made his way toward his walk-in shower and turned it on for her. He walked back out and chuckled seeing her with protective hands around her body.

"It is ready for you; shampoo and conditioner are in there…anything else you need?" He asked, reaching out to brush some of her hair behind her ear.

Bulma then turned around showing him her back and glanced over her shoulder, "Unzip me," she responded quietly.

Vegeta's dark eyes lowered to the tiny zipper and pulled it down slowly, which completely captured his attention seeing the milky curve of her back, which lead down to the small dimples right about her butt. He grunted once letting her know he was done and without hesitation she slipped the material over her shoulders. The dress pooled at her feet. She was left in her bra and panties from the night before and in a matter of seconds they were off and she was walking toward the showers entrance completely nude.

Vegeta couldn't take his eyes off the mesmerizing sway of her hips as she took each step. She disappeared, which curiosity began erupt within him. He listened to the soft sounds of water splashing against the tiles on the floor of the shower. He pushed his boxers down his lean hips and walked into the shower, pausing as he saw her delicate form under the cascading flow of warm water.

He took in a sharp breath feeling his member twitch to life. Vegeta took another step toward her and extended his hand, tracing the droplets and streams covering one of the rounded mounds of her rear. Bulma jumped and wiped her eyes, lifting her gaze to meet his. Her lips parted as if she was going to argue with him about showering with her, but he immediately silenced her. His hand gripped her wrist and yanked her soft body to his; brushing his tongue over her wet, warm lips. Bulma gasped and placed her hands upon his chest. She could feel a thick hardness pressing against her hip, which instantly created a dull ache between her thighs.

"Vegeta…" she said in a warning tone as his face pulled back slightly.

His head lifted, allowing the warmth of the water to run through his hair, flattening it slightly. Streams coursed down his face and muscles chest, which filled Bulma with curiosity and need. Vegeta released her and ran his hands through his hair and over his damp face.

"Woman…" he responded gruffly, turning his back to her.

Bulma's blue eyes narrowed slightly as he turned away from her. She tilted her head to the side and looked down at her puckering nipples, crossing her arms over them.

After completely soaking his hair, Vegeta turned and chuckled seeing she was covering herself from his heated gaze, "It's not like I haven't seen it all before woman." His muscled body took up much of her personal space, which Bulma didn't seem to mind at the moment.

"It has been awhile, Vegeta." Her eyes lifted, slowly letting her arms drop to her sides reluctantly.

Vegeta's gaze dropped to her small erect nipples, which caused his mouth to part slightly. His hands lifted slowly, caressing a rough fingertip over the sensitive flesh, causing Bulma's body to shiver. He licked his lips and leaned in to brush soft kisses to her shoulder. His mouth shifted closer to her ear, "Let me show you how much I want this…"

Bulma's eyes closed feeling another soft kiss being placed a little lower. His wet lips continued to trail down closer to the tip of her breast, which her breathing immediately stopped as she felt his warm mouth close over the pink flesh. Her hands shot up and buried deep in his thick hair. Vegeta slowly backed her body against the tiled wall of the shower, guiding her there with small nudges against her hips. The rough pads of his fingertips brushed over her rounded hips as his mouth teased her erect nipple, pulling, flicking, and nipping gently.

Bulma's calm breathing was now coming in soft pants. Her eyes were tightly closed and anxiety began to rise and there was nothing to stop it. Her head tilted to the side and a hand slid down from his head to his shoulder. She tried her hardest not to shove him away because the pleasure she was receiving was wonderful and tempted her.

"Vegeta…I am sorry…I'm just nervous." Bulma whispered softly, looking down at him with hooded eyes.

Vegeta grunted and traced his fingers over the soft flat skin of her belly. He lowered himself to his knees and leaned forward, dipping his tongue into her bellybutton, causing her to jump and giggle in response, "Relax, I know damn well this isn't your first time. So, stop acting like a virgin. I know how you can get…" his deep voice was low and seductive and caused shivers to travel throughout her body.

Vegeta grinned and gripped the back of her thigh, pulling it up and over his shoulder. His parted lips brushed over the wet skin of her inner thigh, causing Bulma's breath to hitch in her throat and her soft hand to circle around her own neck carefully.

"Stop teasing me…" Bulma breathed, followed by a soft moan.

Vegeta chuckled and trailed small kissed toward his destination. His tongue caressed up and ran over the soft bare lip of her core causing Bulma's hips to push forward. He groaned and gripped the soft skin of her bare ass. The smell of her arousal was driving his mad. Bulma was panting and the look upon her face was lovely. She was completely ready for the pleasure he wanted to give her. He was finding it hard not to turn her around, pull out her hips, and sink into her dripping core.

"Hopefully your co-workers can handle things without you for a while, because I plan on taking my time…" he pressed a kiss to her core, causing Bulma to moan once again and roll her hips. She smiled, but it quickly faded after his words sunk in.

The heiress then gasped and her eyes flew open, "Damn it, what time is it?" she wiggled free from his strong hold.

Vegeta was flung back, falling on his rear end. He growled and shot an irritated look up at her, "Damn it woman, what the hell is going on now?" his frustration surfaced.

"It's Tuesday, I am supposed to be at The Icing at twelve. It's for my wedding cake, damn it." Bulma ran from the shower, nearly slipping and falling on her way out. She gripped a towel and threw it around herself. The small clock in the bathroom read 11:40 am, which nearly had her falling to the floor. She gripped newly opened toothbrush and began to brush her teeth in violent motions. She finished and rinsed the sink.

"Fuck, I can't be late. They are closing down the store just for me." Bulma placed her hands over her face as she tried to catch her breath, "I have no clothing."

Vegeta slowly walked out of the shower after turning off the knob and wrapped his own towel around his waist, situating the throbbing arousal between his thighs in a more comfortable position. His expression was unreadable, but his body language clearly was telling her he was not happy.

"I am sorry, I truly am. You just mentioned work and it completely hit me that I had an appointment. I swear I am not trying to get out of it. I …" She decided to just stop talking because he seemed to not want to talk at this very moment.

"Just get some clothing from the closet. You can wear whatever you like. Just be sure to bring them back. She will know if it is missing when she gets back." Vegeta ran a hand through his messy hair and made his way into his bedroom to put a change of clothing on.

Bulma said nothing and slowly followed him, watching as he went to the opposite side to retrieve a suit that had already been pulled out. He dress quickly and buttoned up the jacket. He tied his shoes and smiled seeing Bulma choose another one of Maron's dresses, this time it was a looser fitting one that fanned out from her mid-section and it was a simple peach color. She slipped on a pair of black high heels and slowly exited the walk in closet.

"Are you sure this is alright? I mean…if she were to find out…" Bulma stopped as he walked closer to her, gripping her face tightly between his hands. His thumb brushed over her soft lower lip.

Vegeta leaned in and placed a kiss upon her lips, "Shut up and just go to your meeting." He grinning and dropped his arms to his side as he walked out of the room, leaving her alone.

Bulma reached up and pressed her index finger to her lips and frowned. She slowly exited the room after collecting her phone and other items. She arrived at the end of the stairs and gripped her purse, which she had carelessly tossed to the ground the night before.

Vegeta stood in the foyer and leaning against the railing of his extravagant staircase with his hands buried in his pockets. He had that terrible grin on his face that she could never seem to resist. She smiled shyly and approached him.

"I really need to get going," Bulma ran a hand through her damp hair, "Do you think you could…?" she suggested without completing her sentence.

"I can take you close by, if you don't mind walking a little ways. I think your mother would have an aneurism if she saw you were dropped off by me," he chuckled and reached out one hand, tracing the curve of her breast with his index finger, "Mm, no bra?" he leaned in, brushing his lips to her forehead.

Bulma stepped back and nodded offering him a saucy grin, "And no panties…" she whispered as she turned and made her way to the door.

Vegeta's eyes widened and watched her open the front door, his eyes fixated on the hem of her dress, which came down past her knees.

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Vegeta dropped her off in an alley way, which was about a block away from The Icing. She gripped the edge of her dress and held it tightly to her body. She could feel the strong caresses of the wind as it trailed up her thighs and over her bare bottom. Bulma knew it wasn't a great idea to not wear panties and a bra, but what else was she to do? She would never in a million years wear someone else's undergarments. She was forced to deal with this for a few hours and then she could go home and put on some comfortable clothing and relax.

Damn that irresistible man. He did things to her body that she hasn't experienced…well, since she had been with him. He ignited a flame deep within her. Just the smallest touch of his finger and her grew wet for him. It wasn't right. She had done nothing but think about a moment of pure ecstasy with him, but she couldn't help but feared it because she knew that he was married and this thing they started had to end at some point. Could she honestly sleep with the only man she loved ever in her life, and then continue living with another man? She knew that is what it would be like. They would both play husband and wife and when they could, meet up for a heat round of intense fucking?

Bulma shook her head and pushed open the door. Her dress floated to her sides, once the wind released its hold on her. She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled seeing the owner of the dessert business waved her over. Bulma's mother watched her with an intense gaze, and said nothing.

"You must be Bulma," the shop owner smiled politely and extended her hand to her, "It is very nice to meet you. My name is Sumie." The dark haired woman pulled back her hand and walked to the back, "I have about six different flavors of cake, so tell me what you think." The swinging doors to the back closed and that moment Mrs. Briefs turned and glared at her daughter.

"I am shocked you showed up, it was ten after twelve when you arrived." The blonde woman's darkly painted lips pursed tightly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Sorry, I woke up late and I almost forgot. Stop getting your panties in a bunch over ten minutes, mother. You're going to give yourself grey hairs if you constantly worry like you do." Bulma smiled and pulled the hem of her dress down further after mentioning panties, and flipped her wavy hair over her shoulder.

"You didn't go straight home last night. Your father sent Yamcha over to the penthouse. He said you didn't answer and when he unlocked your door you were nowhere inside. Where did you go?" she whispered harshly, trying to figure out every single detail of her daughter's drunken night.

"Mother would you leave it alone. I was out, and I would rather focus on my wedding cake alright?" Bulma's nostrils flared as she leaned in to whisper to her mother, so the shop owner didn't have to listen to their ridiculous argument.

Mrs. Briefs pulled back and looked her daughter over carefully, quickly shifting her eyes back to the double doors, which were opening as the woman arrives with two slices of cake in hand.

"This one is red velvet with a raspberry cheesecake mousse." The woman cupped her hands near her face and smiled, awaiting their critique.

Bulma cut a small piece from the slice and put it into her mouth. Her senses went wild and she moaned in delight, "Oh my, this is very good, raspberry cheesecake, huh?" Bulma finished the cake quickly, "I am a huge cake fan, so I can already tell this is going to be a hard choice." Bulma chuckled and shot her mother a smirk, which only irritated her more and personally made her happy to see her mother squirm.

The woman disappeared into the back with the next choice, which Mrs. Briefs waited patiently until she was nowhere in sight.

"There is something different about you…" Her mother pointed the fork at her daughter.

Bulma continued to lick her fork, but paused and tilted her head to the side, "You're obnoxious. Eat your cake and enjoy this time with me and be glad I am participating with this ridiculous wedding you and daddy so desperately want." She huffed and placed her fork neatly against the countertop.

Her mother went to open her mouth, but the words died on her tongue as Sumie came out with the next small slice of cake. She placed both plates on the countertop and took the empty ones away, "This one is chai spice white cake, filled with a vanilla coffee mousse. I hope you like this one ladies." Sumie then disappeared in the back.

Bulma dug in and smiled, tilting her head from side to side as she got a taste for the cake, "This one is alright, what do you think, mom?" Bulma met eyes with the glaring older woman.

She took a piece of the cake and placed it in her mouth, "It is delicious." She chewed slowly and watched her daughter.

Bulma chuckled and shook her head. She really hoped this tasting would be done quickly, because if not she was sure nasty words were going to start flying in this woman's dessert shop.

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Bulma exited The Icing and waved to the lady, thanking her for her hospitality. She was followed out by her mother, who was slipping a pair of designer sun glassed up her nose.

"That was honestly fun, and I think those were some of the best cakes I have ever tried." Bulma placed a hand upon her full stomach.

"Yes, hopefully you will be able to decide on the one you want." Her mother's bland tone completely gave away her mood.

"Well, I think I will be heading home. That cake made me tired." Bulma started to slowly walk from her mother.

"Bulma…" the older woman called for her.

Bulma slowly turned and raised a brow, "Yes mother?"

"I better not find out you are doing anything to jeopardize this wedding…"

Bulma snorted and walked away, completely leaving the conversation. She wanted not part of her mother's controlling tendencies. She would do as she pleased, especially since they were forcing her into this marriage. Her life outside of that was no one's concern.

Bulma returned home and made a small dinner for herself after changing into some comfortable clothing. She put the dress into the wash, completely ridding the smell of her body from the material. She didn't want any trace of her left behind. She was still shocked she actually decided to wear it, but what was she to do? She was already late for an appointment.

Bulma sat on her comfy couch and pulled her knees up close to her chest as she placed a few bites of pasta into her watering mouth. The warmth and taste made her taste buds sing. Bulma flipped through the television stations and decided upon a nice chick flick.

The Notebook had always been her favorite movie to watch when she was feeling something from the romance genre. She sighed seeing the couple enjoying a windy day at the beach. They were completely in love. Why couldn't she have that? Bulma sighed and leaned back, watching the couple embracing each other and kiss intimately. Her thoughts drifted back to the intimate moments her and Vegeta had in the past. She could have that again right? Wasn't he willing to offer that to her now, and had been offering her?

A knock at her door pulled her from her swooning state of mind. She leaned over and placed her bowl on the coffee table. Brushing her hands off and moved toward the door, she peaked out the peep hole. Her eyes widened and quickly she unlocked her door and flung it open.

"What are you doing here?" Bulma yanked the flame haired man inside and shut the door, "My mother has been up my ass lately, and you have the nerve to show up at my door?" the blue haired woman flung her hands in the air.

"Relax woman, I wanted to see your place." His eyes scanned her penthouse.

"Vegeta…how did you find this place anyway?" she placed her hands upon her hips and took in his professional appearance.

"I have my ways…" Vegeta chuckled, reaching out and gripping her waist; "Now, where were we?" a growled erupted from his throat just before his hungry lips covered hers in a breathless kiss.

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Gosh, gotta love the smut! I know I do…I'm naughty :3…

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