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I'll be your woman	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 6954 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9

          Ah, what can I say about that night other than the typical clichés of our time; rough and solid, ardour and fury all mixed delightfully together in a batch of sexual frustration and temptation. My body tingled and ached, each forceful thrust and his pawing hands left me wanting more, needing more, no other man could ever sear me like he had; yet it remained a ‘one night thing’. I don’t understand it, my scientific mind couldn’t fathom how it came about, I guess it is true what they say, love is enigmatic, no man or woman, and in my case alien, could ever unlock the mysteries of infatuation and passion; it is something, we, as mortals can never comprehend. Our actions that night confirmed it to me, all the planning, conniving, and denying didn’t matter; it all came into succession on a night of threats, insults, and hurt. Strange…

            Do I regret it? No. I find myself doing and saying things that are beyond my character, clashing against my personality, like Titians on a vicarious mountain top. I begged, I fought, I obsessed, and I stalked, and at one point, gave myself to him effortlessly, like a lamb to the slaughter, all for what? A ‘one time deal’, yet again I asked myself, was it worth it, and the answer remains the same, yes. Because, much like any woman in my position, I was in love, and he, well… that is a whole different story.

            After that night of angry sex; lets be honest here, that is, indeed what it was. The almighty Prince avoided me like a flesh eating plague, ducking corners, and at one point racing out of the kitchen with lightening speed, thinking I hadn’t noticed him, which, was very hard not to, pots and pans banging because of his impatient hunger isn’t quiet. I didn’t see much of him at all, unless I watched the live feed in the gravity chamber, and in there he fought against invisible foes, I knew for certain, I was one of those unseen entities.

            Rage and disgust of his actions evident to any soul whom knew of our transgressions would see it as plainly as I had. Maybe he believed he was weak, or he disgraced his Royal Saiyan lineage bedding a ‘weak alien’ or maybe there was more to it that I have yet learned.

            For nearly two months this continued on, he avoided me, and I was left to watch him through video feeds, I pinned, pinned and cried in the seclusions of my home, only to act as if nothing was the matter in public eye; the beautiful ego filled heiress of Capsule Corp. Yet I felt like I was slowly dieing inside, my emotions were fully imbalanced, one moment I was unbelievably happy, and a minute later I was terribly miserable. I didn’t understand it, until later.

            It was a usual day at home, small short circuited explosions in the lab, the Gravity pod rumbled, mother hummed happily in the kitchen, and I was watching the circular pod quake, then smoke spilled out from under it. I utterly panicked, thinking it was going to erupt once again leaving me to filter through the wreckage to pull the body from it. Yet instead, it just blasted off to the sky. He left, he left earth, he left me…

            Then boom, all of a sudden everything clicked, well not so elegantly as that, after many mornings of retching in my bathroom, and my strange behaviours, I discovered I was pregnant, and for that fact alone the Prince scurried off. Somehow under the whole circumstances I knew he would be back, not fore me or our unborn child, but for the fight, and then maybe something grand may occur and the Prince will stay. But I will not lie, the fact that the father of my unborn child had left me without a word hurt me terribly, I wasn’t all too concerned about child support, hell, what would he be able to give me? I was the richest person on earth, the child would have everything.

            Yamcha didn’t take all too long before he started sniffing around the complex, like the lost dog he was, coming around to try and regain my good graces. But the moment I shoved the paper stating I was with a child he fell on his ass, quite literally. Like always he had expected us to ‘kiss and make up’ but after that he recoiled violently, knowing without me saying who the sire of the unborn child was. He was hurt, hurt and very angry, he always had thoughts of great grandeur that it would be us that settled down and have a family; even though in his heart he knew it would never work, still the idea was always there. It was a shame really, Yamcha would have made a great father if he had the opportunity, yet his dogish ways came between that, growing old without any seeds to flourish must have been hard for him; no doubt over the years he had many nieces and nephews from the gang, but still, it wasn’t his own. I am straying from the topic, my apologies.

            Trunks was born a bouncing baby boy at seven pounds and eleven ounces. Coming out with a scowl to match his father’s, no doubt to anyone this was Vegeta’s boy. Unfortunately no one was really there for it, due to the fact everyone was hard at work getting stronger, and I didn’t wish to bother them, it was a life and death crisis once again. Instead it was my mother, father, Yamcha was at the time brooding, unwilling to be there for the miracle of birth. Trunks stole my breath away and from then on out I pledge to him that I will have all the strength he would need, I would be his father and mother combined and ensure he had a happy healthy life. If Vegeta chose to stay away after the great battle it was his own lost, Trunks was a miracle, my little miracle, and I was doomed to spoil him the moment his blue eyes locked on mine. My little Saiyan warrior Prince.
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