Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters within it.

A/N – The final chapter is finally here! It may not be the ending everybody wanted…but it’s the ending that I originally wanted to write and it’s an ending which I think a lot of people will like – oh, and might I say that this chapter contains one of the best lemons I’ve written in a while so enjoy!

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Bulma put the phone down with a gentleness that betrayed none of the turmoil she was feeling within – surely there had been some kind of mistake? What if Vegeta found out? Bulma took a shuddering breath and let it out slowly. She’d known she was pregnant for a week now but she hadn’t known who she as pregnant to…she’d suspected that she was carrying Vegeta’s child but she hadn’t known for sure and she hadn’t wanted to say anything until she knew for certain.

Well…now she knew for sure!

A horrible shiver tingle through her body as she imaged telling Vegeta that their nights of passion had had some rather serious consequences. What would he say? What would he do? Would he be angry or mad or…

Shut up Bulma. She told herself crossly, shutting down her thoughts with the cold efficiency she usually only used during business meetings when she was constantly kept on her feet. There was no way to know how Vegeta was going to react – for all she knew he might not even believe it was his. But it was, the doctor had been able to tell her an approximate date of when she had fallen pregnant – and Yamcha had been out of commission for the week the doctor had given her.

In a way Bulma was glad that it was Vegeta’s and not Yamcha’s. For one thing she couldn’t imagine Vegeta sitting back calmly while she explained that she’d been pregnant to Yamcha the whole time they’d been together. Nor could she imagine having to face Yamcha after the way she’d thrown him out of her life yesterday. So in a way she was glad…all she had to do now was tell Vegeta and hope he was glad too.

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It was him! Him all along!

Yamcha stared at the grainy footage that had been filmed from a nearby 7-11 store the night of his attack, his fist curling into a fist as he rewound and watched it again. The police had called him down to the station earlier with this latest ‘break through’ and once he’d seen the tape it had been a simple matter of using his super speed to steal the it and telling the police that he didn’t recognise his attacker. He didn’t want any coppers messing around in his business anymore – he was going to confront Vegeta himself and he was going to get his revenge!

The tape was the key to everything – it was how he was going to win Bulma back. The figures that could be seen on the tape through the glass of the store were faint and blurred…but in Yamcha’s mind the tape may as well have been crystal clear. He now knew who had attacked him and had beaten him within one inch of his life. The figure on the tape, although almost completely unrecognisable, had one distinguishing feature that the black ski mask couldn’t hide.

The skin mask had pushed down his attack’s hair – and his attacker’s hair was remarkably spiky, black and un-mistakable saiyan-like. Oh, the hair may not have been standing straight up in the air like it usually did, but even with all the blurring Vegeta could see that the hair was the hair of a saiyan. It narrowed his attackers down significantly – Goku or Vegeta.

Gosh, I wonder who it was? Yamcha thought bitterly. Goku wouldn’t attack him – Goku wouldn’t have a reason and Goku wasn’t as short as the man on the tape. But Vegeta would attack him, correction; Vegeta would and had attacked him. Vegeta had been running the show all along…he was so stupid not to have clued on earlier to the way in which Vegeta had managed to take Bulma away from him so swiftly and easily. The speed in which Vegeta had managed to steal Bulma from him was amazing, but what was even more amazing was the way in which he had somehow convinced Bulma that he loved her. Bulma honestly believed that Vegeta was in love with her…and it was quite obvious that she was well on her way to falling for him.

Yamcha clenched his teeth – it was apparent that Vegeta was trying to degrade him in every way he could. He had beaten him to a pulp, stolen his woman and now he was probably sitting back and laughing at the physical and emotional cripple he’d become. It was unthinkable that Vegeta could hate him so much, but apparent he did. Maybe he yearned to have the life that Yamcha led – the acceptance of the ‘Z gang’ members, a beautiful girlfriend and a house that was a home.

Well, he wasn’t going to let Bulma throw her life away because of that thug and his mind games. He was going to tell Bulma the truth and make sure she realised that Vegeta was the sociopath that he’d tried to tell her he was all along. The very thought of his beautiful Bulma allowing that evil creature to touch her was nauseating…but it wasn’t her fault that Vegeta had dragged her into his twisted little game.

With any luck once I’ve confronted Vegeta he may even decide to let Bulma go!

With a final glance at the tape Yamcha picked up the photo stills and set off to find Bulma. He already knew where she would be – he didn’t even know how he knew – but she would be with that beast. He might not know why it was that Vegeta had fixated on him, but he could imagine very well why his first move had been to woo Bulma. She was perfect – a veritable earth princess who was befitting only of the perfect man. Well, he was going to make sure that Bulma knew the truth and then he was going to make sure that Goku knew the truth about Vegeta.

He closed the door to his apartment with hands that were trembling with the adrenaline pumping though his veins. Even though his body was aching badly and he hadn’t had the courage to try raising his ki since the attack, Yamcha summoned it now with a sense of purpose. The familiar feel of power coursing through his veins reassured him and he levitated off the ground with a feeling of calm. With a small release of ki he flew into the night, the cool wind blowing refreshingly against his face as the night sky enveloped him in a heavy blackness.

Yamcha cast his mind back as he flew, trying to work out if Vegeta had ever shown any sign of his obsession with replacing him, but try as he might he couldn’t remember a single time when Vegeta had treated him any different to any body else. Vegeta hated everyone and he made sure he shared his distaste out equally between any bodies that came within his radius.

It was useless, Yamcha decided, dwelling on what had happened. The only thing he could do now was to set things right and make sure that Vegeta didn’t hurt anybody else in his quest to destroy him. He just hoped he could get to Bulma’s house before that monster did anything to hurt her…

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Vegeta was training when the woman disturbed him, interrupting his schedule with her usual sense of presumptuousness that whatever she had to say to him had precedence over what he had been doing. Usually she was wrong…but today the news that the petite female had for him was most definitely worthy.

She was carrying his child!

Vegeta’s first instinct had been to laugh at how perfectly everything was going now that the woman’s pathetic ex-mate had been exercised from her house like an unwanted demon. Since he’d left everything had run more smoothly – the woman had been more pliable in bed and more eager to please him out of bed. She was running herself ragged to please him – and all because she believed he was in love with her.

He watched her wordlessly, his eyes catching the flashes of panic and fear that chased each other across her face as she waited for his response to her news. She had drawn herself up proudly; clearly unashamed of the state she was in and determined to roll with the punches – if he chose to throw any.

“Pregnant.” Vegeta allowed a tone of surprise to enter his voice as his eyes slid down her body and focused on her stomach. There was no giveaway baby bump yet, although if he concentrated on reading ki Vegeta was certain he could almost feel something emanating from her belly. “You’re pregnant to me.”

Although his words were a statement and not a question Bulma nodded hurriedly and took a step forward. Reaching out one delicate hand towards him as though reaching for support. Vegeta inwardly sighed at her apparent neediness but took her hand and squeezed it gently.

“I went to the doctors…and had some tests to make sure. It’s yours.” Bulma was speaking in small gasps of breath, as though she was relieved that he had taken her hand and not turned her away. “I thought you’d be angry at me.” She looked at him with those spellbinding blue eyes of hers and Vegeta felt a powerful rush of lust slash through his body.

God she was beautiful…

“Angry?” Vegeta smirked. “Not likely.” He slid his arms down her waist and squeezed gently, pulling her into contact with his body. He lifted one hand to her face and traced the curve of her jaw, letting himself relax more then he had since landing on the woman’s filthy mud ball of a planet. He may not love the woman but he needed her more then he cared to admit – she was like a drug.

Everything about her was beautiful - her lips, her eyes, her skin. She had the most perfect angelic face he’d ever seen, and he’d seen more faces then even he could count. Even the sound of her voice and the scent of her skin was intoxicating to him. He’d never before encountered a woman who captivated him like she did. Perhaps that was why he desired her so much, because of the unique traffic stopping beauty she wore around her like a cloak. Or maybe it was the fighting spirit that seemed at odds with her gentler side…

Vegeta frowned at his thoughts, why did this tiny woman inspire such…poetic thoughts in him? He could kill her in an instant and her death wouldn’t bother him in the least, yet here he was, practically showering her in adoring thoughts. He’d never known love in his life, but he was certain that this was not it. He wanted the woman, wanted her with an obsessive desire which was all consuming…he needed her so much that if she hadn’t chosen him over Yamcha he would have killed them both rather then watch her be with someone other them him.

That wasn’t love was it?

Vegeta stroked her face and pulled her closer, breathing in her scent as his lips met hers and he kissed her in a gentle questing manner. He tasted her gently, filling his senses with everything that Bulma was – the blue of her eyes, the feel of her skin, the scent of her perfume, the taste of her lips and the sound of her gentle moaning as he crushed her body against his.

She was his. No one was going to take her away from him. No one.

Vegeta shut his eyes and kissed her more forcefully, the power of his kiss drawing a whimper of pleasure from Bulma as he ground his hips against hers seductively. He tore his lips from hers and kissed his way down her neck – gently kissing, sucking and licking every single inch of her soft white throat. His hands encircling her wrists and held her against him as she squirmed in pleasure.

Vegeta glanced up at Bulma’s face as he slowly made his way down her body, his long fingers slowly letting go of her wrists as he hooked them into the waistband of her pants and slid them down, leaving her standing exposed before him. He let his hot breath wash over her most private of parts and felt Bulma’s body tremble in his arms. He chuckled throatily as he let forward and kissed her softly, his tongue gently dipping into the folds of her womanhood, swirling and licking, sucking and nipping as he used all of his expertise to keep his woman on the brink of an orgasm. When he felt her getting too close to the edge he would stop, and when she had calmed he would begin again torturing her with the sweetest torture possible.

She tasted like honey, pure and sweet against his tongue as he thrusted further into her body. On an impulse her growled against her and was surprised to feel Bulma jerk and whimper as the vibrations tickled her clit. Grinning against her he focused his attention on the gleaming nub, swirling his tongue around it and gently sucking, all the time purring and growing against her.

She was moving against him now, grinding her hips against him as her body jerked involuntarily. Her soft moans were getting louder and her breath was coming closer. Abruptly her legs gave out from under her and Vegeta was forced to hold her upright. Her arms clutched his head, her fingers moving restlessly through his hair as she whimpered in time with his movements, her body moving and jerking as her back arched and her stomach tensed. Her whole body was on the brink of ecstasy, she was straining for it, yearning for it and her body was begging for it. With a final growl Vegeta bit down gently on her clit and she gave a small yelping moan, her body shuddering and her legs flexing around him as she came. She moaned, her body writhing as he lowered her to the floor and kissed her, letting her taste her own juices as he reached down one hand and freed himself from his pants.

He was already hard, as any hot-blooded male would be from having his woman orgasm around him, and Bulma didn’t need any urging to part her legs for him as she continued to moan. He pulled her legs in the air and rested them against his shoulders as he entered her in a quick thrust, he movements quick and urgent. Tingles and sensations of the most incredible kind danced over his skin and the sweet warmth that came with pleasure began to build inside of him. He could feel his balls tensing, growing harder as he neared his peak. His movements were rougher then he’d been with her before, and her body was jerking on the floor as he rammed into her again and again, in and out in and out, pulling her forward to meet his every thrust.

His eyes closed and he groaned involuntarily as with the sound of his blood rushing in his ears he came inside of her, his back arching as he pulled her as close as she could be. He continued to thrust into her as he strained – the pleasure building into a second mini orgasm. He could hear Bulma moaning again, her body clutching at him as she came again too, writhing and groaning against him. Then, sated, they both collapsed into a sweaty heap, Vegeta contentedly leaving his now limp member inside of her while he lay against her hot sweaty body, listening to her heartbeat slow and calm.

With surprise Vegeta registered that that was probably the best sex he’d ever had - and he’d been with some real professional women in his time aboard Frieza’s ship. He slowly moved his body off of Bulma’s, lying down next to her on the cool metal floor of the gravity machine, leaving one hand slowly tracing spirals on her stomach.

“That was…” Bulma clearly struggled to find words, her voice a hoarse whisper. “That was unbelievable.” She rolled over to face him, resting her head on one arm in a most becoming manner. She reached out a hand and touched his face gently. “Who would have thought that you and I would end up like this?” She rolled back onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

Vegeta raised one eyebrow and thought back to when he’d first spotted her on Namek – he had very easily imagined them like this. Of course it had been a very long time since he’d had a woman so he’d put his reaction to the human down to a lust. Looking back now he could see that his attraction had been a little more then just him needing a woman. Something inside of him had recognised that this woman would be the best he’d ever had, and now that the woman had rid herself of Yamcha she was far more giving then he’d had ever imagined. He was never going to give her up now – at least not while she was this pleasing to him.

He was considering wether or not he should continue to lie here with the woman or return to his training when he heard shouting from outside. Bot he and Bulma shot into sitting positions as Yamcha’s voice drifted in through the open door of the gravity machine.

“Shit!” Bulma swore as she reached down and pulled her pants up, her movements frantic as Yamcha’s voice grew louder and closer. As his shadow appeared in the doorway as Bulma was straightening her clothing and wiping the smeared lipstick off her face.

“Bulma? Bulma?” He entered and stood stock still as he took in Bulma’s dishevelled appearance. His gaze slid sideways to Vegeta who was zipping up his pants with a smug look on his face. Yamcha drew in a shuddering breath and seemed to gather his wits again.

“Hello Yamcha.” He waited a beat before continuing. “So, what can I do for you?” Vegeta climbed to his feet gracefully and stood in front of Bulma, reading with ease the fear and determination which were crossing the human’s face. Obviously something had pushed the pitiful creature over the edge and he’d come sulking back to Bulma for a second chance.

“I know.” He said simply, meeting Vegeta’s eyes and taking a step forward, slipping into the dim lighting of the gravity machine. His voice was full of an unspoken threat that shimmed on the air in front of Vegeta – dancing in front of his eyes like an invitation to step forward and meet the challenge thrown out to him.

“You know what?” The saiyan yawned to cover his curiosity. It was apparent that Yamcha had somehow discovered that it was him who had put him out of commission, however he was curious as to how he had managed to discover this.

“I know that it was you who attacked me.” Yamcha’s hand clenched into fists. “I know that you played all of us for fools.”

“Yamcha…” Bulma shook her head in obvious disgust. “I know what you’re doing…”

“No you don’t! You don’t know anything!” Yamcha snarled at her, his anger at Vegeta temporarily aimed at the wrong person. “He’s taken you for a ride just like the rest of us! He’s evil Bulma! Evil!”

“I’m not that bad.” Vegeta crossed his arms and leaned up against the gravity machines centre console, the faintest hint of amusement crossing on his features.

“Shut up!” Yamcha yelled, taking a step forward, his eyes wild and almost crazed. “I’m not going to let you hurt her!”

“Yamcha please!” Bulma crossed the floor and grabbed the arm Yamcha had been pointing at Vegeta with. “Calm down…I know what I did to you was wrong…but I’m sorry.” She pulled Yamcha around to face her. “I am sorry Yamcha, but this isn’t the way to get me back…”

“That isn’t what this is about!” Yamcha twisted his arm out of Bulma’s gentle hold. “This is about what he did to me!” He looked down at Bulma and shook his head. “It was Vegeta who attacked me Bulma and I have proof of what he did!” With a flourish Yamcha thrusted the pictures he’d been clasping at Bulma and shot a nasty look at Vegeta.

He had pictures? Vegeta cursed inwardly as the saiyan beast that lived inside of him uncurled and began to thrash around angrily – desperately urging Vegeta to use the anger it was feeling and stop Yamcha before he took their woman away from them. But it was to late…the look on Bulma’s face when she slowly looked up at him was enough to tell Vegeta that he had no chance of defending himself.

“Vegeta…?” Bulma barely whispered his name…but the revulsion and the shock was enough to prompt Vegeta into action. He was damned if he was going to lose her again to this wimpy pathetic human - a man who would have been torn apart on planet Vegeta, who wouldn’t have been even allowed a glimpse of a woman like Bulma.

Vegeta shrugged at Bulma, knowing full well that anything he said to her at this point would just make her angry. He walked closer to her, noticing with more then a little irritation that she stepped back from him when he approached. He snatched the pictures from her and looked through them, flipping from one picture to another until he was satisfied he had seen them all. He glanced at Bulma and Vegeta and back down at the pictures – it was unmistakably him who was in the images.

“Vegeta?” Bulma spoke again, her voice louder with just a hint of anger threading through it. “What is this?” She snatched the picture away from him again. The disgust now stamped over her features.

“What does look like?” Vegeta smirked abruptly at her then pointedly looked away at Yamcha, mentally dismissing the woman for now. “So you finally caught me out – too bad you’re too late.”

“What do you mean, ‘too late’?” Yamcha scoffed, stepping up beside Bulma and putting a reassuring arm around her shoulder.

“You’re too late to get Bulma back from me.” Vegeta’s smirk widened. “She’s mine now.”

“I am not yours!” Bulma spat angrily, her face flushing red as she tried to slap Vegeta only to have him catch her arm and jerk her forward out of Yamcha’s grasp. “Hey! Let me go!” She fought in his grasp like a wild cat – biting and scratching.

“Shut up!” Vegeta hissed, setting on her feet but keeping on hand on her arm to keep her in place and turning to face Yamcha. “I suppose you’ve told Kakarot about this?” He raised an eyebrow at the human. “You’re not exactly the bravest or strongest of people…”

“I’m going to take care of you myself – then I’m going to make sure Goku knows what you’ve done.” Yamcha powered up slowly, his ki flowing around him like a glowing wind. His anger and shame fed the source of his power and his ki pushed higher and higher until Yamcha was sure he’d reached a peak he’d never touched before. He could feel his ki flowing through him and out of him, gentle yet powerful. Vegeta watched him in silence, a small smile slowing breaking out then growing into a laugh.

“So you didn’t tell Kakarot?” His chuckled died away. “What luck – now I get the fun of beating you again.”

Yamcha bared his teeth, the power pushing outwards and brushing up against Vegeta. “Just try me.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “I think that me saying that I’m going to beat you again implies that I am going to try ‘it’ again.”

“Shut up! I’m not going to let you ruin my life! I don’t know what your problem is but I’m not going to let you take everything away fro me!” Yamcha gathered his ki inwards, building it into a tight little ball of burning ki deep within him.

“Ruin your life?” Vegeta tossed his head back and laughed. “You’re even more deluded then I thought. This was never about you…this is about her.” Vegeta gestured at Bulma.

“Bulma?!” Yamcha’s ki dissipated from the sheer shock of what Vegeta had said.

“You were never good enough for her.” Vegeta grinned, a glimmer of something nasty sliding through his eyes. “And to tell you the truth it was no real struggle to get Bulma into bed so she must have known deep down that you weren’t either.”

“That’s not true!” Bulma broke in, her eyes flaming at Vegeta’s words. “You said you loved me!”

The saiyan prince howled with laughed again, his ki coursing around him and illuminating him with an eerie red glow. “Love is for the weak. I simply desired you – so I took you.” He focused his intense gaze on his woman and his smile disappeared, “And you’re not leaving me until I’ve had enough of you. Besides which, you’re having my baby and I can’t have my heir being raised by a weak earthling like Yamcha.” Vegeta snuck a look at Yamcha, not wanting to miss out on the look on the earthling’s face when he found out Bulma was pregnant to him!

“You’re disgusting!” Bulma screeched. “And if you think I’m even going to let you near my baby now you’re insane!” Bulma slapped him with all the strength she could muster, this time her hand connected firmly with his cheek…but Vegeta didn’t even flinch under her touch; he merely stared at her for a few moments and then backhanded her across the face – knocking her to the floor.

“Bulma!” Yamcha yelled, he started across the floor only to find Vegeta blocking his path. Behind him Bulma was staggering to her feet, her hands raised to her face as she looked at Vegeta with a new kind of horror.

“I’m not going to kill you Yamcha – I’m not that stupid.” The saiyan stepped closer to the earthling, invading his private space and forcing Yamcha to look at him. “But I can’t have you running around chasing my woman and tattling on me to Kakarot.”

Yamcha swallowed hard as he clashed with Vegeta’s blank stare, his shock deepened by the knowledge that Vegeta had impregnated Bulma. “What…what are you going to…?”

“What am I going to do?” He smiled. “I’m going to warn you.” Vegeta grabbed Yamcha by his shirt and lifted him off the ground. “Stay away from Bulma. If you come near her again or even attempt to tell Kakarot about this I’ll kill you and I’ll kill Bulma.” Vegeta smiled, an icy smile. “And don’t think I won’t do it because I will – I may like the woman, but that doesn’t mean I won’t kill her if I have to.”

“What?”

Vegeta heard Bulma stifled cry behind him and he smirked. Yamcha opened his mouth to say something and, in a lighting movement, Vegeta punched him in the side of his face. Yamcha’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and blood trickled from his temple as he went limp in the saiyans hands, slowly Vegeta let him go and Yamcha slid to the floor – unconscious.

He turned to face Bulma. “Now…I think you and I need to have a chat about our relationship.”

Bulma had backed away to the far side of the gravity machine. Her face was ashen and she had her hand to her mouth as though holding in a scream, but it wasn’t a scream she as holding in – blood was dripping from her lower lip, which had split from the force of Vegeta’s slap. As he came towards her she shuddered and a sob slipped out of her mouth.

“No…no please don’t…” Bulma flinched from his touch, her eyes wide.

“Shhhh!” Vegeta caught her to him and he pulled her hands away from her mouth, he looked down at her for a moment and then kissed her. She squirmed, whimpering into his mouth and weakly beat at his chest. Vegeta pulled away and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’m not going to kill you Bulma.” He smiled at her and softened his eyes. “Not unless you make me. You see, I have this idea that if I just let you going without us having this little chat you might run off to Kakarot and tell him what I’ve done…”

“No…I…” Bulma shook her head, her eyes wide and nervous. “I wouldn’t do that to you…” Vegeta smiled and lent down to breathe in her scent.

“Be quiet.” He whispered. Bulma stopped speaking and swallowed hard, almost going limp in his arms.

“Now,” Vegeta continued. “We’re going to go and get Kakarot.” He saw her eyes widen again and chuckled. “You’re going to tell him that Yamcha attacked you when he found out you were pregnant and that I knocked him out to stop him.”

“Goku won’t buy it…”

“Yes he will – you’d be surprised what people will believe when they have a small pretty woman telling it to them.” He smoothed a hand through her hair again. “You’re also going to tell Kakarot that the night Yamcha was beaten up I was with you. You’re going to tell him that you love me and that you’ve been cheating on Yamcha with me for…a few months.”

“Yamcha has pictures…” Bulma trembled as Vegeta ran a hand down her face. “He probably has copies…”

“Then were going to have to take a little side trip to destroy Yamcha’s house – I doubt he had the imagination to hide them anywhere else.” He picked Bulma into his arms. “Lastly you’ll tell Kakarot that Yamcha had been acting crazy ever since you broke up with him and that you think the jealousy has driven him insane.”

Bulma glanced up and met Vegeta’s eyes, wondering how she could ever have believed he cared about her. “And what if I don’t tell this to Goku?”

“Then I’ll kill you.” Vegeta held her closer to him. “I’ll kill you and the brat inside of you and then I’ll kill Yamcha.” He didn’t even glance down at Bulma. “I’m not going to let anyone take you away from me until I’ve decided I’ve had enough of you.”

Bulma closed her eyes as she felt Vegeta levitate from the ground. “I hate you.” She whispered to him, unable to believe that this was the same man who’d been making love to her only minutes ago.

“Hating me doesn’t change the way I feel about you.” Vegeta whispered back, his words barely audible over the whistling of the wind. “I’m not going to give you up Bulma – you’re mine and that’s what’s important.” He kissed the top of her head and tightened his arms around her.

“You’re always going to be mine.”

The End

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A/N – A quick note to say that if people keep begging me to write a sequel I will write one where Vegeta cheats on Bulma with Goku. Don’t say you weren’t warned! This is the end of the story and I mean it! Thanks for reading though! I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback welcome!