Stupid Obsessions

Stupid Obsessions 7:

They went back to bed post the kitchen-orgasms. Vegeta even managed to get something to drink out of the fridge before Kakarot dragged him and Bulma back upstairs to bed. Once back in bed, he found himself (once more) trapped between the two of them, Bulma against his back and Kakarot petting him and murmuring little sleepy things.

Not that Vegeta was easy to put to sleep, but something about the way Kakarot murmured and the feeling of him there, the warmth and energy that he exuded, just put him right to sleep. A good solid sleep that lasted until after midnight, somewhere around three in the morning when he was woke up by the coldness against his chest, the lack of another body that he had been enjoying being there. But Kakarot was pulling his pants on again. He was floating above the floor so he didn\'t make noise, and Vegeta watched him only for a second before closing his eyes again.

If Kakarot wanted to leave that badly he could go. Vegeta wasn\'t going to stop him again. It would be beneath him to tell the baka what to do or ask him to stay. He\'d already done that once--to do it again would be to beg and the Prince of Saiyans did not beg.

Besides, it was probably a better idea to leave while they were sleeping than to wait for the sun to rise and Bulma to wake up, and have to face the afternoon with the full weight of logic and commonsense bearing down on them. Because--sure--the fucking was fun.

Pretty spectacular. Top notch. Excellent.

But Kakarot wasn\'t exactly going to stick around and help them raise Bra or move into their bedroom, train with Vegeta in the GR, hang around and watch stupid cartoons with Trunks and deal with Bunny the charming airhead. It wasn\'t in the baka\'s nature to nest, it was in his nature to go about his life like there were always more important things to do.

Which made this whole thing a bad idea--retrospectively. Even if the sex had been mind-blowingly good. Bulma would probably get attached to the idea of Kakarot. She liked to latch onto people and make them stick around so she could take care of them. (Like him.) She liked to fight to keep the people she loved nearby and Kakarot just wasn\'t the sort.

It was best this way.

It was the least amount of drama, the most sense and all that nonsense. He didn\'t even look up when the bedroom door opened and then closed. He didn\'t look up when he knew the baka was leaving the house, or when he was gone. He just lay there and pressed his hand over the quickly cooling place where Kakarot had once been.

Bulma would worry. She\'d probably make him go find the baka tomorrow. Tell him that he shouldn\'t just leave or something, remind him that they are friends, tell him that it wasn\'t just an afternoon thing. And maybe Kakarot would believe him and come back or maybe he wouldn\'t. But he could go back to sleep now because he wasn\'t concerned about it.

Bulma would still be his regardless of whether or not Kakarot thought it appropriate to come back. It wasn\'t even his idea. He\'d gotten exactly what he wanted out of it. He\'d gotten Kakarot under him, naked and sweating and moaning his name, submitting to him and begging for the pleasure that only he Vegeta could give. That was all he wanted.

Now he had it.

When he rolled onto his back, Bulma sighed in her sleep and curled up against the pillow he pushed against her. She slept soundly--always had--and he pulled the covers up around her tighter, and got out of bed. Looked at the mess their room had become.

He floated across the floor and grabbed a pair of pants out of the closet, pulled them on, and then found a shirt and put it on too. Floated out of the room and downstairs, to the kitchen, to where they left their mess to clean up the next morning, and looking at the stool where he\'d sat, and the empty box of crackers, he felt his hand curl up into fist.

Fucking Kakarot.

He messed up everything he touched.

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She went to bed with the two saiyans. She woke up alone.

Bulma sat up, looked out the window at the rising sun and yawned, pulled the covers off her legs and let one fall down next to the bed, looked at the floor and expected it to be the same chaotic disaster it had been when Goku dropped her on the bed last night, but it wasn\'t. Everything was cleaned up and put away.

Vegeta.

She shook her head, and got out of bed, took a shower and contemplated what was going to happen now. Poor planning made her angry, and she had to pat herself on the back for this magneficent example of truly poor planning. Sure, getting Goku into bed with them had been great. But now here she was in the shower, the morning after and there was nobody else here. It was empty. The hot shower was cold, and her dear Prince-boy was probably trying to kill himself in the GR again.

Because everyone knew that Vegeta didn\'t give a damn one way or the other about any of them.

Cleaning the mess had been the same as saying it never existed. If there was no proof, there was no crime and that meant that when Vegeta saw Goku again there would be no recognition of those moments when they had all been together, just laying on the bed, warm and content.

Fucking saiyans.

She turned the shower off and grabbed her robe off the hook on the wall, pulled it on and marched right out of the room, down the stairs, through the house until she came to the door of the GR room she had built for Vegeta, hit the buttons on the side panel (she also installed an access code for herself that Vegeta could never get rid of.) The Gravity bottomed out at as safe a rate as possible, and she felt the door decompressurize before she shoved it open and stormed into the room.

Dozens of bots were lying in shambles on the floor, and Vegeta was on his back on the floor, one hand on his bare chest (completely covered in sweat) and he was breathing heavy.

Idiot.

\"Go get him,\" she said, \"Now.\" Her hair was dripping and as she looked down at him it fell on his face. Which made him frown at her and raise his hand to block the drops.

\"Kakarot\'s a big boy, Bulma,\" Vegeta said. He pushed himself back to his feet and stood on wobbly knees for a moment while he regained his grip on the normal level of gravity. Then he looked at her, and crossed his bare arms over his chest like he was going to win one of their agruments for a change.

She crossed her arms over her chest.

He gave her the look that warned her whatever he was going to say would make her teeth grate with what an ass he could be when he wanted to be. \"You only wanted to fuck him. Congratulations. You\'ve accomplished that goal--three times.\"

Bulma smacked him. It hurt her hand more than it did him. He didn\'t even flinch. His skin didn\'t even turn colors. But it was the meaning behind the act that mattered. \"Don\'t call me a whore. You wanted him too. Now go get him and bring him back.\"

He looked away from her, it was a moment of weakness and it was all she needed to see from him to know that she had won. It made her arms fall down by her sides and she moved close to Vegeta, put her hand over the cheek she had just smacked and he looked at her again, his hands on her waist and there was silence between them.

\"I don\'t want him to think we just wanted the sex, Vegeta. Goku\'s my best friend. I love him.\" Not quite the same today as she did the day before, it was different now that she\'d seen him stripped all the way down to just reactions, to the look on his face when Vegeta moved in him and the way he licked his lips when she called him Kakarot. It was different now, it had been different when Vegeta had cornered her in the laundry room and their disaster of a love affair began.

\"What are we going to do with him?\" Vegeta asked, \"Ask him to move in? Keep him like a pet?\"

But he was just putting up a front, and this time she saw that for exactly what it was, let the robe open against his skin so her body touched his and gave him a pout. \"I know you like him, Vegeta.\"

No answer to that.

\"Maybe if you have him around you won\'t have to keep destroying my bots. Think of the fights you can have, Vegeta.\"

\"Is there anyone you can\'t seduce?\" he asked, sighed and pushed her away, pulled the robe closed and tied it. \"When is Bra supposed to be home?\" he asked.

\"Today after play group. Around four.\" She gave him a smile, kissed him and he grumbled but grabbed his shirt and went off to find Goku like she asked him to. Because she always won these fights, because they both knew that she understood him better than he wanted her to.

He stopped when he got to the door of the GR and turned around to look at her. \"And what should I say to him this time?\"

\"Tell him that I was cold all night long and he needs to get his ass back here.\" But that probably wouldn\'t work. \"...I don\'t know. Bribe him with food. Tell him what I told you. And don\'t tell him that he\'s an idiot.\"

\"He is.\" Vegeta said this but there was no real vigor behind it, just a sense of annoyance that he was having to go after something he thought he had already gotten.

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Goku: Uh…check out my leaving action.

Vegeta: *wearing French maid costume* Why did I clean? I’m a Prince, we do not clean.

Bulma: *mwhahahahaha* I am woman—hear me roar!