Vegeta startled and flushed, ashamed that he hadn't sensed her coming, and clutched the boy tighter to his chest. The boy made more grumbly noises. The woman held her hands out.
"Please…just…just let me have a few more minutes, then I'll go. I…I didn't mean to bother you," Vegeta whispered.
The woman crossed her arms and said, "Then stop squeezing him like you're trying to pop him."
"He's a Saiyan, woman, a little fucking squeezing won't hurt him—" Vegeta stopped himself. It was so easy to fall back into his prickly attitude with her. Into being himself. "I…Sorry. I only came to say goodbye."
"Where will you go?" she said, looking away from him. She blinked rapidly.
Vegeta didn't want to answer. He didn't want to tell her his plans for fear she try to dissuade him. He hadn't come here for pity or salvation. He buried his nose in his son's little tuft of hair. He memorized that scent, though it was as if he already knew it. Like it was a part of himself.
"Are you sniffing him?" the woman said.
"Of course," Vegeta said, nuzzling into the boy's chubby neck. It was clear the woman had bathed him that night. He had a light layer of the inoffensive smell of unscented soap.
The woman chuckled and rubbed her eyes. "You're right. Of course. Where have you been?"
"In the desert."
"This whole time? Or just since Cell?" she asked.
"Since Cell. I was recovering. Trying to decide what to do since I've already used up my yearly quota of being an impulsive asshole."
"Oh yeah? Are you finally putting a cap on that then?" the woman said with a little smirk.
The boy started rooting around on Vegeta's chest, mouthing him and snuffling around. Vegeta laughed, despite himself, because it was just so cute. The boy hurled himself onto his side and mouthed Vegeta's pec, growling and barking more insistently. Vegeta said, "Sorry, boy, you won't find anything of use there."
"It's probably confusing, yours are bigger than mine," the woman said, extending her arms again.
Vegeta kissed the baby's forehead and the tip of his nose. "You're perfect, boy. Be good to your mother." He handed the infant to the woman. She pulled up the thin tank she wore, two wet dots already staining it from just the baby's grumpy little noises. "And yours are perfect, I won't hear a word against them. And they appear to be performing their primary function admirably."
"Do you mean leaking? Because they do that. He eats like he has a whole collection of tapeworms, so I'm glad you fessed up about Saiyan appetites before abandoning me to raise an alien baby on my own. I have to eat constantly to keep up with him. Human stomachs are not made to feed Saiyan babies."
"He looks plump and healthy, so yours is, even if other human stomachs are not."
A ghost of a smile lifted the corner of her mouth, but disappeared almost immediately. "What are you doing here, Vegeta?" the woman said. She settled into a rocking chair and fed Trunks, who grunted and slurped and generally seemed to enjoy his meal.
Vegeta said, "As I mentioned, I came to say goodbye."
"Why? He doesn't even know you exist, you didn't need to say goodbye to him."
"Not for him, for…for myself. I…I didn't mean to trouble you. I…I hoped to catch you asleep to say goodbye—"
"Why bother? You didn't say goodbye last time," the woman snapped.
Vegeta took a deep breath. He didn't want to argue with the woman. "For fuck's sake, woman, I thought I made it pretty clear I was leaving before. I don't…I won't be back. I won't bother you or the boy anymore. This was my real goodbye. My final goodbye. I would leave without rancor if that's possible."
"Why?"
Vegeta growled, "Fuck all, why what?"
"Why do you care how you leave things?" she said, her eyes wet, but no tears fell. She was better suited to the emotional rigors of being an Earthling.
"It would make it easier to…follow through."
The woman's eyes narrowed. "Follow through on what?"
"My…plans."
"Oh? You finally gonna destroy the planet? Now that you don't have to worry about sticking around to murder Goku?"
"What? No. Of course I'm not going to destroy the planet. I came back to save it. I failed, obviously. Predictably. But I certainly didn't mean to fail."
"It sure looked like you meant it when you let me and Trunks almost fall to our fucking deaths!" she snarled.
"Allowing a single human woman and a Saiyan child to die can hardly be considered planetary destruction—"
"Oh? Am I just a 'single human woman' to you? Is that all I ever was? Just a fucking sperm receptacle to deposit your genetic material and grow your offspring? To breed."
"You are so insulted by this, but it's a compliment amongst most species, Saiyans included. I certainly didn't breed anyone else in all my…my…what did you call it…space-slutting? Whatever. I don't…I don't wish to continue this conversation. I'm going. Good luck with the boy. I…I'm pleased that you chose not to abort. He's perfect. Just like his mother."
"Oh, no, you don't get to do that. You don't get to act like a vague, inaccurate compliment is just…just closure! Where will you fucking go? I'm not letting you leave until you tell me."
Vegeta threw his head back and laughed. "Oh? And how will you stop me?"
"I will track you down and murder you if you leave without an explanation! I…I tried…Look, I'm bad at apologizing. You and I have that in common, but I tried to tell you that I was sorry. Did you get my message?"
"Yes. It's the only reason I came back. I simply failed at my purpose in coming back."
"So you didn't, you didn't, oh gods, you didn't come back for…for us?" the woman said and tears spilled down her cheek. She switched the boy to her other breast as she swiped at her tears.
Vegeta gaped. "You didn't ask me to come back! You showed me the boy. You said you were sorry for…for…for words. Well, I am sorry too. I'm sorry I said a thing. If I had kept my mouth shut, I never would have revealed my bullshit to you. I never would have fucked you. I never would have bred you. So I'm sorry for my words as well, woman. I could have saved us a lot of trouble and gone to my destination years ago."
"What does that mean? You don't have to be such a relentless, cryptic asshole! I told you that I cared for you, or did you just block that part out because you're such a fucking coward that you don't dare let yourself care for anyone—"
"Fuck you! I've never claimed to be anything but a coward! And I knew you were a fool after you let me fuck you, but you're a bigger fool than I thought if you think I don't fucking care. I fucking love you, and I have, and you fucking broke me with all your…your…your wound-prodding. Why? Why couldn't you just…just…just let me love you? I would have tried, you know. I…when I bred you, I resolved to try to be a good father! A good protector! But then you made your disdain so clear, I realized that it was fucking impossible. And you're right. I'd be a terrible father. Just as I would be a terrible mate."
The woman stared at him with her big, pretty blue eyes. "What? You…you love me?"
"Are you fucking serious? That's what you have to say? Of course I fucking love you. How do you not get that? I wouldn't…I wouldn't beget a fucking child on someone I didn't love. I knew you'd be an excellent mother, regardless of my own parenting abilities, or lack thereof. I…I thought all the…the peripherals, I thought those things meant you…you cared for me, not love, of course, but…but affection."
The boy was asleep, milk and drool dripping from the side of his mouth as she propped him up to burp him. She set him in his crib after a big belch and approached Vegeta. He stared into her eyes, unsure why she was so close to him. He readied himself to be slapped. He was long overdue for a slap.
"Stop. Being. A. Fucking. Moron," she hissed, grabbing the front of his shirt. Her ferocity hadn't lost any of its appeal in the time since he last saw her. Her lips were almost irresistible. "You don't get to run away from me, Vegeta. You have to face me. Like the fucking warrior you are. You don't get to flee."
"There is nothing for me here."
"I thought you loved me?"
"Which makes it painful to stay! I knew if I asked, you were merciful enough, you would let me stay here, but…but…" Vegeta said, searching her eyes.
"You fucking idiot. You don't get to call Goku stupid anymore, because you're way worse—"
"The fucking nerve on you, woman, say that again and I'll—"
"You'll what? You don't stand a chance against me, Vegeta. Fucking shut up, you stupid asshole. You owe me a real apology."
"What? I…I said I was sorry. Is…is there another Earthling method of apologizing that I'm unfamiliar with?" Vegeta said. The woman still held his shirt in her delicate fist.
"Stupid, stupid, motherfucker," she murmured and kissed him roughly.
Vegeta's eyes widened so much, he worried they would fall out of their sockets. Nothing prepared him for this. They slid closed and he opened his mouth to hers, let his tongue delve into her sweet mouth. His arms engulfed her tiny body and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he groaned into her mouth. "Bulma…" he purred and rocked his hard-on against her. He could smell how wet she was already.
"Not here, our room."
Vegeta pulled out of the kiss, searching her eyes. He spluttered, "O-o-our? Our room?"
"Yeah. I've been sleeping in there. I've missed you. Even if you are an asshole. So take me to our room. I'm not fucking you in front of our kid."
Vegeta rushed them to their room and shredded her tank, her shorts as he spread her on the bed like a stolen feast. He gripped the inside of her thighs and pushed them apart. "I suppose apologies are made with one's mouth, are they not?"
"No harm trying, bad man," the woman whispered.
He flicked his tongue back and forth on her clit, tasting her arousal and moaning. His eyes slid closed and she hissed, "No, you fucking look me in the eyes while you apologize, Vegeta. Show me you mean it. Show me you aren't going to run off the next time we have a disagreement. I want you to fuck me with your mouth. Show me that you love me."
Vegeta smirked and purred, "Vulgar woman. Gods, I do love you. And I love your beautiful pussy." He thrust his tongue inside her, covering his upper teeth with his lip to put pressure on her clit as he tasted her, inside and out. His tongue delved deeper, reaching for the place she loved. He kept his eyes open, despite his own pleasure, and watched hers. As he tongue-fucked her harder, he reached up with both hands and twisted her nipples. Milk dampened his fingertips and he used it to swirl around their thicker, plumper points.
"Gods, woman, you're even sexier as a mother," he growled and pulsed his tongue on her clit, slipping two fingers inside her.
Her eyes scrunched shut and she panted out, "Oh gods, Vegeta, that's…that's it! Harder!"
Vegeta obeyed and moaned against her twitching, spasming folds as she came for him. The back of his nose stung he was so happy to be back between the woman's legs. He vowed to himself to be her mate, even if she didn't want him. He swore to himself to do the best that he could manage, which would never be good enough to deserve even her respect, but he would try. She was giving him a chance, and he would try.
She shivered as he withdrew his fingers and she said, "Condoms…condoms in the bedside table."
He snorted and said, "You're not in heat, woman. I'll wear it if you wish, but now that I know you do not wish to be bred, I will wear them when you're in heat. I…I want to feel you. I want you to feel me. I want to come inside you, even if it means nothing."
The woman caressed his face, squirming beneath him in her pleasure. "It doesn't mean nothing, Vegeta. Okay, you're sure you'll know?"
He tapped his nose and grinned. "The nose knows."
She tugged at his shirt. "Then let me see your fabulous fucking body. You gonna fuck me as a super Saiyan? Should we see if it feels even better?"
"Gods, you'll break me with talk like that, woman. Yes. I think I will," Vegeta murmured, kissing her and he ascended as he kicked off his pants.
"Oh gods, so hot," she muttered and kissed him savagely.
He teased her with the tip of his cock, barely breaching her opening, and said, "Do you accept my apology?"
"No. You might have to apologize a few times, Vegeta," she said and kissed him more. "I haven't had any of your excellent apologies for months."
"Mmmm…so if I promise to fuck you until you beg me to stop every night, will you forgive me?"
"I've already forgiven you, Vegeta. I did. Before you even took off. You're such an idiot."
"Not my favorite sort of sexy talk, woman," Vegeta said, chuckling, withdrawing his cock. She was still clenching when he'd dipped inside her, so he knew she was hungry for him. Vegeta remembered that even this, feeling her bodily hunger for him, was so wonderful that he would take it. It was close enough to love.
"Maybe I'll be done with the talking then," she breathed and wrapped her pale legs around behind his thighs. She tried to pull him inside her, but he resisted for a moment.
He bent and sucked on each of her soft breasts, larger now that she was nursing, but suppler from being so recently emptied by their son. He kissed over the beautiful, fertile flesh and said, "You are perfection. I'm sorry I hurt you, but I'm glad you brought our boy into the world."
The woman froze beneath him and he feared he had fucked up by saying that he was glad she let him actually breed her. He met her eyes and she whispered, "I love you, Vegeta. I did, before all this, I…I was just scared you'd run away if I told you. Please…please talk to me, okay? Please talk to me when you start to do whatever it is you do in your head. I'm glad we have Trunks too, but…but I don't want big surprises like that to be part of our life because we both take things for granted, okay?"
Vegeta felt foolish as tears dripped out of him onto her, so he dropped and buried his face in her neck, brushing the ones on her chest away. "Yes. Okay. I…I'll try to do better."
"Now will you please fuck me? Because even though I've missed your surly ass's company, I also really, really missed your expert fucking, Vegeta," the woman said and smiled into a kiss.
Vegeta chortled through his tears and slid his cock into her slowly, but as deeply as he could, tightening his ass to get every centimeter of length inside her. He rolled into her, gazing into her eyes, and he brushed his thumbs along her cheekbones. He transformed again, because he'd lost his hold on his chi when she said she loved him. Vegeta needed to live up to that love. He needed to do better this time. Finding anyone who could love him was a fucking miracle, but someone like her? Someone he could love fiercely in turn? It felt so surreal that he almost wondered if he was floating in the void at that moment, his brain cells firing their last before dying.
She purred, "Fuck me rough, Vegeta. Fuck me like you mean it with your super Saiyan cock."
That was when Vegeta knew it was real, because there was no way his imagination, even in death, would come up with such lovely, sexy words. He rasped, "Delicious, vulgar woman." He flipped her over and palmed her lush ass. "Your pussy is so tight on my prick. Does it feel bigger? Does it feel more powerful?"
The woman didn't answer in words, but she bashed back against every thrust and cried his name every time he slapped her ass. He pounded her hard enough that he feared she would be hurt, but she was so wet for him, slippery and tight and hot. She pleaded, "Come inside me. Oh fuck, I want to come on your dick while you fill me."
Vegeta groaned, "I love you, Bulma. Oh gods, thank you for taking me back," and slammed into her hard, pulsing inside her seizing pussy as she screamed so loudly he didn't think she'd heard him.
He eased out of her and onto his back, pulling her onto his chest. They gasped for breath for a while and Vegeta thought perhaps she'd fallen asleep. His own eyelids drooped, and in the last second before sleep took him, she murmured, "Don't make me regret it, Vegeta. Don't break my heart."
Vegeta didn't answer right away. He didn't know what to say. He knew that if he broke her heart, it would destroy him. He never meant to hurt her. He had only tried to make her happy. It scared him to have this power over her that he hadn't had before, but he held her tighter, kissed her softly, and said, "I'll do my best." And he would. It was all he'd ever had to offer her.
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