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Awakening	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 2363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Awakening
This will be the only chapter of this short story/fanfiction. This story has been stuck in my head forever and now it is out. I hope you enjoy! ( I do not own or profit from the characters or the Manga/Anime that serves as the inspiration for this fan fiction.)
On Namek…
Dodora dead, Vegeta scans the landscape below searching for the two faint power levels he felt previously. In his peripheral his attention is grabbed by inconspicuous cave in the face of a plateau. A sly smirk crept across his face, “Well now, this looks interesting.”
Landing before the mouth of the cave his confident smirk gave way to a sour grimace, ‘The prince of all Saiyans should not waste time exploring the wasteland of dirt and rocks of this barren planet, but I suppose such a structure could provide useful once I have all the dragon balls gathered.’ He began to trek into the darkness, echoes of each step filling his ears. Vegeta round the corner in the narrowing passage way and laid eyes upon a small dwelling. “Capsule Corp, huh. Dodora did mention seeing Earthlings,” eyes narrowed with a twisted grin,” Now to squash the Earth vermin before they pose any annoyance.”
Peering through a small window, Vegeta spotted a blue haired Earth female. Bulma was preparing to continue her bath, just having received the news from her father that Goku would arrive to Namek in six days’ time. After the good news she decided to grab a cold drink before resuming her warm bath. “Should be a while before the boys get back, I’ll just leave the door open. It is near impossible to hear anything from the outside with it closed, ”Bulma muttered to herself. Bulma dropped her towel to the side of the tub basin as she stepped into the warm soothing water.
The usually blood thirsty Saiyan prince was taken back by what he saw. This female differed so much from the females of his race. Her figure so delicate yet robust with her curving hips and full breast. “I wonder…” he murmured, “No I must destroy her. She is an inferior life form not worthy to exist, even on a worthless planet such as this.” With a fluid motion he destroyed the main power supply to the shelter. Only dim emergency power lights remained glowing.
“What the hell was that?!” Bulma furiously yelling out at nothing,” Another damn problem for me to fix I guess.” She sank down into the inviting warmth of the water. “I’ll fix it later.” Closing her eyes, releasing a slow steady breath as she relaxed completely. For a moment she completely forgot about the numerous threats to herself, the guys, and Namek.
As Bulma began to doze, the heavy metal door of the Capsule Corp shelter silently was slid open by Vegeta. The mighty prince stepped into the common room of the small dwelling. He fixed his gaze on the female a, his thoughts filling with bloodshed and her potential useless screams for help. He removed his pristine armor, gloves, and boots. ‘This could get messy,’ he coyly thought to himself,’ I do not wish to stain up this armor just yet.’
Even with only the dim glow of the emergency lights, Vegeta could clearly see the unaware female. The water barely covering her full breasts, her slender arms draped over the tub, and her delicate neck craned back resting her head on a bathing pillow. Vegeta stopped, overcome with a strange sensation and urge with in him. Without thought he began to remove the rest of his armor. The pliable jump suit slid easily off his shoulders and over his torso. ‘The hell am I doing? Why would I need to undress...’ again his attention zeroed in on to the vulnerable female figure before him. Again almost in a trance like state, his slid his jump suit down over his hips. His engorged arousal sprung forth. He of course knew what this physical reaction was meant for.
Mating for Saiyans was never meant for pleasure or entertainment. The act of breeding was simple. A strong male would claim a suitable female. He would assert his dominance and plant his seed. If she were to provide a strong offspring as the result of their mating, she would be mated again. If the resulting off spring was deemed unsatisfactory, the child would be shipped off to a distant planet of weak beings to dominate the world. The female would be marked as undesirable and become subservient to those of higher rank.
His thoughts began to wander,’ What if I bedded this female just for the hell of it. She is not worthy of bearing me a child, but Kakarrot had adopted human habits. Maybe something so simple could benefit me.’ He finished slipped off his jump suit and then entered the bathing area. He towered over the blue haired female. In an instant he grabbed her by the neck pressing her against the cold metallic wall. He placed his other hand against the small of her back and adjusted his hand from her neck to hold a fist full of her hair.
“What are you doing?” Bulma yelled out,” I am a lady and should be treated as such! Who in the hell do you think you are?” She glared from the corner of her eye. In the mirror she could see jet black hair, piercing eyes, a cocky smile, and a naked form. A form of masculine perfection, her heart skipped,” Ve...vegeta?” She whispered,” What- what are you doing? What do you want?”
“It is quite simple. I am male- you are female. I think even you, with your lowly human brain can piece this puzzle together,” Vegeta said in a hushed tone. He pressed himself against her naked form. The warmth from her body sent chills down his body. His grip relaxed, “What do you say woman?”
Bulma felt the pressure decrease upon her body. Seeing her chance and landing an elbow deep into his stomach. Vegeta stumbled back in surprise. She turned to face him, hands planted firmly to her hips. ‘The nerve of this woman,’ Vegeta thought regaining his composure. “I do not care if you are a prince! You cannot treat me like that,” she crossed her arms, with a coy grin,” doesn’t matter how good you look, manners are a must for a lady like me.”
“Woman I am a prince, I get what I want,” Vegeta snorted, closing his eyes with a smug grin upon his face,” You need to-,” Vegeta was cut short by the sensation of lips bring pressed against his. Vegeta wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. She broke the kiss,” Now is that so hard to do?” Vegeta formed a genuine smile, “I guess not.” He planted his mouth to hers once more, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist; responding to her, Vegeta thrust forward entering her. She let out a scream, a scream he had never heard before. She dug her nails into his skin. He began to move her in an up and down motion, gently at first. He built up momentum, speed, and force. Their bodies began to drip with sweat. Her warmth, her softness, her taste… every bit of her being was intoxicating. A soft moan escaped his lips, as she moaned his name. Vegeta laid a harsh kiss upon her mouth, while he lift her up in a swift motion pulling himself from inside her. His climax shot forth covering both of them.
Vegeta gently returned her to the ground. She stood before him. “You can use the shower over there,” she pointed to the glass shower stall,” I’ll just use the tub to clean up.” She turned away and proceeded to drain the now cold water. Vegeta opened the glass door, turning on the hot water. “Why don’t you join me? You must have limited water supply to this tin can,” Vegeta said calmly turning to the perplexed young woman. “Oh…ok,” She said timidly. Her mind raced,’ He was so gentle, but he is still Vegeta and could kill me at will.’ The two entered the shower and washed away any evidence of what transpired between them. Once the pair finished washing, they exited the shower in silence.
The young woman was the first to break the silence between them. “Vegeta… my name is Bulma by the way,” Bulma said wrapping a towel around herself, looking over her shoulder. She could see him drying his hair. Her attention was drawn to his numerous scars. ‘He hasn’t ever experienced gentleness or any affection…maybe one small act of tenderness can start to change him,’ she thought. She approached him, taking his hand. Vegeta looked at her with surprise. “Come here,” Bulma said leading him out of the bathroom. “What are you doing woman?” Vegeta asked. “I have something to show you Vegeta,” Bulma said. They entered a bedroom, the door shutting behind them.
“Do you think I am going to take a nap? No matter what happened here, I am still going to gather the dragon balls and become immortal,” Vegeta scoffed. “Shut up. You spoiled brat. I guess it is not your fault though, prince,” Bulma laughed. Bulma lead Vegeta to the end of the bed and sat before him. Vegeta looked down to Bulma, his face full of question. “What are you doin--?” He stopped as he felt his member enveloped into Bulmas’ mouth. He could feel himself harden up into the warmth of Bulma. She moved her mouth quickly up and down his entire length, suction upon him ever increasing. Vegeta groaned grabbing fists full of her hair and began to thrust himself. He emptied his climax deep into Bulma's throat. Bulma pulled away, swallowing away any further evidence. Vegeta was taken back and released his grip. “That is how women on my planet show gratitude to a very select few men,” Bulma chuckled.
Vegeta felt his face flush, “Well I guess that is one benefit the men from your planet have,” he turned away, still reeling from what just happened,” I have to be going now.” Bulma stood, heading over to her closet, “Yeah they guys should be back soon.” Vegeta paused, “Your mate won’t come hunting me down for this, will he,” he laughed. “Do you mean Krillin? No of course not, he is not my mate- maybe in his dreams. Also Gohan is 5, so yeah again not my mate. I don’t have a mate or anything like that.”
Vegeta stepped out and began dressing himself. Soon he was fully dressed, as though nothing had happened. Bulma appear in the door way of her bed room. “Look Vegeta, I don’t fully understand what happened here but I do not regret it,” Bulma said as her eyes locked with his. Vegeta approached the exit of the shelter, looking back over his shoulder,” Neither do I. Until next time woman.” He disappeared into the darkness.
Vegeta’s eyes snapped open. He has that dream often. He sat up, looking over to the empty spot in his bed. Bulma had been staying in his room often. The impending threat of the androids, foretold by the mystery super Saiyan of the future has driven Bulma to seek the security and comfort that can only be provided by the prince of all Saiyans. He smiled at the satisfaction at the thought of Bulma needing him. He went to the door of his bathroom, hearing the shower on,” Might as well join her.”
He entered the bathroom, he could see Bulma’s slender figure in the shower. His eyes soon landed on an odd stick shape device lying on the counter. He picked up the small device. This strange object had two windows on its surface, one had a plus sign and the other had a vertical line. “What is this?” he mused to himself.
The water shut off. Bulma stepped out; her eyes met Vegeta’s. “Bulma what is this?” He held up the strange device. Bulma dropped her eyes, her face began to flush, and “It is a pregnancy test.”
Vegeta’s expression went blank, “What are you saying?” A long silence, tension building up, “Spit it out woman!”
Bulma looked up, tears welling up in her eyes,” I am pregnant…with your child!” Bulma sobbed, pushing past Vegeta and running off to her room. Vegeta stood dumb founded. He felt numb. He turned slowly towards his bed room. He sat down on his bed, holding his head in his hands. His thoughts raced. ‘I can’t be a father. No way is that child mine.’ He closed his eyes and focused on the energies around him. He felt it. A faint yet familiar source of energy. It felt human…and Saiyan like Kakarot’s child, except for the time being this energy was harmonious with Bulma’s energy. Soon this little life form’s energy will over shadow Bulma’s. He jumped to his feet. He ran down the hall, and then burst through Bulma’s door.
She stood in the center of the room; her head hung low with tears streaming down her face. She looked up seeing Vegeta standing in her door way. She burst into heavy sobs and dropped to her knees. Vegeta picked her up to her feet, pulling her in close. “Bulma, listen. I cannot promise I love you in the sense you may understand. I can promise to protect you and our child. You are my mate. Saiyans will mate for life if the child produced is strong enough, but things for me are different now. You are mate no matter what happens.”
Bulma looked up, “I understand Vegeta. I know you will keep us safe.” Vegeta stepped back, releasing the embrace. “Vegeta, I am going to lay down now. I am not feeling too hot,” Bulma stumbled back to sit on her bed. Vegeta’s eye widened, “Are you ok?”
“Yes, yes I am just suffering a little morning sickness and a little bit dizzy,” Bulma lay back on her bed and closed her eyes. Vegeta turned away heading to the door,” I will let your mother know. Now I am going to use a ship and travel off to train. I have to surpass Kakarrot in order to protect you both.”
“Ok Vegeta…just make sure you come back to me. In about eight months this baby will be born,” Bulma closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Vegeta paced about the ship, screaming its way through the dark void of space. Never since the destruction of his planet did he think about the prospect of siring a child. His attention turned to the stellar map on the main console of the ship. An abandoned rock of a planet still with suitable atmosphere drew near. Readings also indicated this uninhabited planet was in close proximity to an asteroid belt.
“That should work nicely for my purposes,” he chuckled to himself,” It has been a while since I was in any danger. This will be a welcomed change of pace.” He set the program to land the ship in motion and prepared himself for around the clock training.
Days lead into weeks and then morphed into months passed by since Vegeta had departed Earth. A message appeared on the ships communication board. The notification caught Vegeta’s eye when he awoke from a short rest bit from training. He activated the message play back and saw Bulma on screen. Her hair was shorter, but all the rest of her remained unchanged until his attention drew to the size and roundness of her abdomen. “Good God! How she has grown. Have I really been away that long?” He asked himself turning up the volume on the console.
“Vegeta I am not sure where you are or how close you are to accomplishing your goal. I was just contacting you to let you know I am due to give birth in three weeks’ time. I hope to see you soon, we are eager to have you home,” She paused, placing her hand upon her round belly,” If I don’t see you when the baby is born, I will be sure to send you another message letting you know if it is a boy or a girl. I miss you..” Tears were streaming down her face as the message ended.
Vegeta stormed out of the ships cabin, shooting an energy blast as a nearby rock face. He still had not become a super Sayian like the lesser Kakarrot. Why was he not able to obtain his goal yet? Eight months solid of training without breaks still had not resulted in the transformation. He began training at a furious pace. Nearly two weeks had passed and Vegeta felt something nail him in the back of the head,” What the?” He turned, looking up to see masses of rocks rocketing towards him. He began blasting them away. They continued to rain down upon him, only increasing in number and size. The barrage of the hellish rain never let up. Two days of non-stop blasting the falling rocks away, Vegeta thought there was relief in sight. There was a pause in the rock fall. Vegeta looked up only to be faced with a boulder the size of a small moon. He blasted at the monstrous rock with all his might. He finally collapsed.
‘I don’t care if I am able to transform. I don’t care at all.’ He thought to himself, clearing his mind and allowed his rage to surge,’ I will be destroyed by a God damned rock. I will never see Bulma or meet my only child. My mighty blood line will end with me!’ He released a chilling scream into the darkness. A surge of power over took him. He felt reenergized. He felt new. He felt a difference in his aura around him. He looked at the impending mass over him. He fired a single blast. Gone- the mass that was to end his life was vaporized. He walked over to the ship. He saw his reflection. Piercing blue eyes, a mass of golden blonde hair upon his head, “I have done it,” He said in a tone dripping with satisfaction.
He entered the ship. Again a notification appeared on the console. “What now,” Vegeta groaned to himself,” what is that woman complaining about now?” Bulma again appeared on the screen. She appeared distressed.
“Vegeta,” she seemed out of breath,” I am going to the hospital. The baby will be here with in the week. I am just having some issues and the doctors want to monitor me closely until the baby is born.”
The message ended. A sinking feeling over came Vegeta. The ship was soon screaming back to Earth at maximum speed. ‘Can this damn thing go any faster?’
Vegeta’s interstellar trip came to an end with in a week. Record time for the distance he traveled. He burst into the front door to Doctor Briefs lab. The doctor was busy on a small project, looking up and saw the disheveled Vegeta, “Oh hey there Vegeta, how was you-“ He was cut short.
“Where is Bulma?!” the prince yelled.
“Oh she is at the hospital, the baby came just a little bit ago.” Doctor Briefs said with a smile. In instant Vegeta was gone. Soaring through the air; soon he landed at the front of the hospital. He entered, fighting a sense of panic that kept trying to overtake him. He rushed up flights of stairs, following the familiar energy of Bulma. He soon came to a door of the maternity ward. He entered and sighed with relief. There in a bed, Bulma sat holding a baby to her breast.
Bulma looked up, tired with a smile,” Vegeta, you made it back. Come here and meet our son.”
“A son?” Vegeta approached, looking down to the small new born. He saw the baby boys blue eyes, looking at him,” He looks like you.”
Bulma chuckled,” Yes but he has your glare, here take him for a moment.” Bulma pulled the small infant away from her breast, pulling her shirt back up to cover herself. She presented him to Vegeta and began to waver. Vegeta took hold of the fragile newborn, as he saw Bulma slump over. “Bulma!” He yelled out, her eyes glazed over, color leaving her face. ”NURSE!” he screamed. Soon a team of doctors and nurses flooded the room. Vegeta still holding the infant was moved to another room.
He looked down to his son. His son looked back, calm and quiet seeming to know who was holding him. The doctor entered the small room, “Sir your wife is stable now, however she is in critical condition. It appears there is bleeding that doesn’t seem to be slowing down. We are giving her fluids and blood replacement, while trying to find the source of the hemorrhage. I have to be honest with you sir, she may not pull through this. I am sorry.” He left the room; Vegeta just stared at the wall.
A nurse entered immediately after the doctor left, “Sir I need to take your son, just for a few minutes to run a few tests and check vitals.” Vegeta looked down to his son, he whispered, “I will save your mother.” He handed his son to the nurse,” I will be back.”
He rushed to the roof of the hospital, launching himself into the sky. He knew that the fat man with the sword was the source of the senzu beans Kakarrot and his friends used to health themselves, even from near death. He followed the energy of the fat man to a tall white tower. He landed on the hard marble floor. He saw the fat man. “You! Fat man! Give me a bean now!” Vegeta screamed.
Yajirobe glared at the Saiyan,” What for? You look fine Vegeta.”
“It doesn’t matter. It is a life and death situation,” he paused, eyes narrowing,” I don’t get a bean, you die.” Yajirobe tossed a small green bean to Vegeta. “Fine. Whatever, you don’t have to such a dick about it,” Yajirobe sneered.
Again Vegeta was flying, this time back to the hospital. He wasted no time rushing back down to Bulma’s room. He was taken back by what he saw. She was supplied with oxygen, numerous lines through her arm, and various monitors attached to her. He approached her bedside, sitting down beside her. He gently lifts her head up, putting the bean to her mouth.
“Bulma, eat this.” Vegeta said in a gentle tone. She slowly opened her eyes and with a weak smile began to chew up the bean. She swallowed down the bean and leaned into Vegeta’s chest. “I love you,” She whispered before she fell asleep. Vegeta smiled to himself and positioned him to lie next to Bulma. He wasn’t quite aware yet, but deep down Vegeta was beginning to love this woman too.
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