"THE UNPARDONABLE SIN" A V/M 'fic. Anything is possible.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DBZ


Author's Note: All the characters belong to Akira Toriyama. I wrote the 'fic. Somebody throw me a bucket of ice water after that last chapter. Okay, I'm calm. Vegeta and Marron have finally given into their passions, but what's in store for them now? Sorry for the wait. I'm writing 2 fanfics at once and it's been a pain to juggle them at the same time. Anywho, here's the next instalment. Enjoy!


Chapter 4: WHEN THE MORNING COMES

~*~

Marron slowly fluttered her eyelashes open as she adjusted to the sun's rays as morning filtered into the room through the blinds. She looked over to her side and found it empty. It was no surprise to her.

"Vegeta must have already left," she thought with a twinge of disappointment. It was just like him to do something like that. She leaned back against the pillows and put her forearm over her head as she stared up at the ceiling. "Well, Marron, you've really done it this time."

Last night had been incredible. She had never done anything so reckless before in her life. She still couldn't believe that she slept with Vegeta, a man who by all rights was all wrong for her. They were complete opposites in every way. So why did it feel so right?

Marron closed her eyes, remembering how Vegeta had shown her what lovemaking was all about. Her experience had been very limited, being subjected to an isolated existence on Kame Island for a majority of her life. But last night, their lovemaking had almost been primal as they both gave into their lustful desires, each taking turns being the dominant partner and in the process driving them both to the edge of ecstasy. What was it about Saiyajins that made them so irresistible?

A warm pair of lips pressed against hers, making her jump back in surprise.

"Vegeta...I thought you left," she replied nervously and pulled the sheet up to her chest, self-consciously. He had come out of the shower bare-chested and clad in his slacks from the previous night.

Vegeta smirked at her sudden shyness and answered huskily, with a purposeful look in his coal black eyes, "I'm still hungry."

He bent down to kiss her lips and weaved his hand through her gold-spun hair, keeping her prisoner to his gentle onslaught, as he expertly teased her mouth open to drink her nectar. Marron laced her hands through his spiky hair and kissed him back, entwining her tongue with his. She was about to give into her to her desires again, until she suddenly broke off the kiss.

"What's the matter?" he demanded.

"We can't do this," she answered a little breathlessly, having a sudden attack of guilt.

"You weren't saying that last night," he reminded her, making her blush slightly.

"I'm not saying that I didn't enjoy it," she admitted. "But this can't go on. It isn't right."

"Who's to say what is right or wrong?" he answered pragmatically.

"Let's be realistic. It would never work between us. Besides, what would everyone think?"

"Do you really think I give a damn of what ANYONE thinks?"

Marron lowered her gaze. "Not even your children?"

Vegeta stared at her briefly. His thoughts were unreadable as she tried to search his eyes for an answer. He finally got up from the bed and walked over to the window.

Marron could sense the inner struggle he was facing. All his life, he had done whatever he wanted regardless of the consequences. Now, he had his children to consider. She knew that Bra and even Trunks, held a special place in his heart, even though he never revealed that side of his personality. She valued them too much as her friends to hurt them like this by continuing on with this.

She came up to him and curled her arms around his shoulders from behind and rested her cheek against his back.

" Is this what you really want?" he asked.

"If it were up to me, I'd throw you back on the bed and have my way with you until you cried for mercy," she replied half-jokingly, making the Saiyajin prince laugh in spite of himself. "But it's not up to me. You know that I'm right, Vegeta."

He turned around and looked deeply into her blue eyes. "Do you have any regrets?"

"No," she answered without hesitation. "I only wish the circumstances were different. You'd better go. They'll wonder where you are."

Even as she spoke, she had difficulty saying the words.

He gathered the remnants of his clothes and left her apartment...back to his family. Marron hugged herself, as if to bring herself out of her reverie. It was time to face the real world again. A world without Vegeta in it.

~*~

"I'm so sorry for ruining the presentation today Mrs. Ito," Marron apologized to her supervisor, while lying on the divan in her office. "I don't why I suddenly felt so dizzy. I'm usually very healthy."

The older woman patted her hand gently. "That's all right Marron. Everyone understood when I told them your condition."

"My condition?" she repeated in confusion. "What condition?"

"You don't know, do you?"

"I'm not dying or anything like that, am I?"

"Quite the contrary. You're pregnant."

"I'M WHAT?!!!"

"I thought you knew. The nurse confirmed it after your examination. You're about four weeks along."

Marron put a hand over her eyes, as she let this revelation sink into her brain. She should have realized something was wrong the minute her clothes began to feel snug around her waist. She had been so busy the past few weeks with work as she tried to keep her mind off her personal problems, namely trying to forget about Vegeta. She had just dismissed her sudden lack of energy and physical condition due to stress. But she never thought that she was pregnant. Dear Kami, she was pregnant with Vegeta's child!

"Would you like to go home dear? You look like you could use some rest."

"Thank you. I think I will."

Marron spent the next hour walking aimlessly, trying to figure out what to do next. It wasn't that she wasn't thrilled with the prospect of having a baby. There was nothing more in the world that would make her happier. But there was also no way the child's identity could be hidden. The thing that worried her the most was Vegeta's reaction. Would he even believe that it was his? By the time she reached her apartment, she was still as confused as ever.

Marron pressed her answering machine automatically, after plopping down gently on the sofa.

"Hey Marron, it's Trunks. Where have you been hiding yourself? Under water? Just called to see how you're doing. We miss you around here. Give me a call back."

She leaned forward and buried her face in her hands.

"What am I going to do?" she whispered.

"About what?" a familiar voice came from behind.

Marron whipped around and saw Vegeta standing against the wall with his arms crossed over each other. She quickly put on a facade of indifference, trying to appear calm and collected.

"I'd ask how you got in here, but I know it would be useless. Would you mind telling me what you're doing here?"

He frowned as he surveyed her appearance. "You look different."

"You haven't seen me in weeks. Of course I look different. And you haven't answered my question."

Vegeta sensed the tiny spark of a ki coming from her. It was so faint that he didn't detect it when she first entered her apartment. Only a Saiyajin of his training and background would have noticed.

"You're with child," he stated flatly. "Don't bother denying it."

She slowly got up and walked up to him. "And what if I was?" she challenged. "Would it bother you that it might not be yours?"

His eyes flared angrily at the possibility that she might have been with another man, but then smiled knowingly. He had to give the girl credit.

"Nice try, but you would never do that. Not after you were with me."

"You're very full of yourself aren't you?" she scoffed.

"I'm not so dumb as to realize that your 'current situation' happens to coincide with the last time we spent the night together."

Damn. He was too clever for his own good. "You still haven't told me why you're here," she asked.

He looked at her with a hungry look in his eyes.

"No," she stated emphatically.

"I've had to wait long enough, girl," he replied sweeping her into his arms so that she had to hang onto to him to keep from falling, and ground his lips against hers. He thought he could forget about Marron and put her out his mind. But the truth was that he couldn't. He sure as hell didn't lack for trying.

Marron managed to gather enough strength to push him away angrily. "I am NOT your sex toy, Vegeta!" She wanted more from him than just sex. But with Vegeta, she would never be able to obtain it.

"You could have fooled me," he replied silkily.

"If you expect me to let you waltz in here any time you want, just to appease your libido, you are sadly mistaken."

"Is that a challenge? Because if it is, I warn you, I never lose."

"Don't you have to go back to your FAMILY?" she threw back in his face.

"You're carrying my child now. That makes you a part of my family."

"And are you also going to help me raise it?" she challenged. "We've already been through this before, remember? Do me a favour and just leave me alone."

He leaned dangerously close to her.

"As long as you are with child, we will ALWAYS be connected. Whether you like or not," he stated firmly, and then left through the window.

"Damn you, Vegeta," Marron whispered in frustration.

~*~

Marron was lying down on her sofa trying to get some rest as she was reading a book on pregnancy. An icepack rested lazily on her forehead.

"Pregnancy can be a very beautiful time in a woman's life, but some women may experience dizziness and nausea," she quoted from the book and waited for the next wave of queasiness to pass, before answering, "No kidding."

She wondered if ChiChi, Bulma, and Videl all suffered from the same symptoms she was experiencing now. The doorbell suddenly rang, making her head ache. She shuffled gingerly to the door, trying not to move too quickly.

"Who is it?"

"The Easter Bunny. Come on, Marron open up," Trunks answered impatiently.

"Hold your horses," she said as she opened the door. "What do you want Trunks?"

"You don't look so good. Are you feeling all right?"

"It's just the flu bug. I'll be fine with a little rest," she replied quickly.

"I tried calling you at your office, but your boss said that you had taken sick leave. I was worried since we hadn't heard from you in a while. What's up?"

"I told you. It's the flu."

Marron felt light-headed again and was about to collapse when Trunks caught her in his arms. She didn't protest when he carried her to her bed.

"You want level with me?" he asked giving her a glass of water.

"I can't," she replied softly. Now was not the time to tell Trunks about the baby.

"Can't or won't? We've always been up front with each other. Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" he asked.

"Stay out of it Trunks," she warned him.

"Fine. But you know I won't give up until I find out."

"Shouldn't you be more worried about other things?" she asked, trying to divert his attention.

"Like what?"

"Like your parents for example?"

He became very still. "My father and mother broke up."

"What?" she asked in disbelief. Why hadn't Vegeta mentioned it to her earlier? Could it be possible that he had chosen to be with her? That would have explained his comment about waiting for her long enough. She should have been thrilled with the prospect, but the look on Trunks' face immediately made her heart sink. She was torn between doing the right thing and following her heart. "I...I don't know what to say."

"There's not much you CAN say. He and Mom decided to finally end the fighting once and for all."

"When did this happen?"

"About two weeks ago. He's been living in my summer home in Ginger Town."

Her curiosity got the better of her. "Alone?" she asked.

"Of course," he answered, looking at her curiously. "He's still my father. I just can't leave him out in the street without a place to live."

"How's Bra?"

"To be honest, I don't know. From the outside, she seems to have accepted their decision. But I'm sure it can't be easy for her."

"Or for you either," Marron finished quietly. "I know how much you wanted them to reconcile."

"I guess money can't buy everything," he replied bitterly. "I'm sorry Marron. I keep dumping all my problems on you. I'll see you when you're feeling better."

He was about to leave when she stopped him.

"Trunks..." she began nervously. He looked at her with so much pain in his eyes. She sighed inwardly. "Never mind."

~*~

Marron surveyed the grounds of Trunks summer home looking for Vegeta. She came looking for answers that only he could give her. She made her way through the fields until she reached a clearing. He was leaning against a small boulder looking out at the horizon in deep thought.

He must have sensed her presence, because at that moment he lifted up his head and saw her.

She walked purposefully over to him, his eyes never leaving her.

"Trunks told me you left Bulma. Is that true?" she asked softly.

"Trunks has a big mouth," he retorted in his usual fashion.

"Is it because of me?"

"You flatter yourself, girl."

She sighed in exasperation. "Can't you ever say my name?"

"I only do it because I know it annoys you." He was silent for a moment. "How is the child?"

Marron patted her abdomen gently. "She's doing just fine."

"My child will be a boy," he said determinedly.

"What's wrong with it being a girl? You had Bra, didn't you?"

"Call it intuition."

"You still haven't answered my question Vegeta," she reminded him.

"What do you want from me?"

"I want the truth. No more hiding behind false pretences. I think you owe me that much."

"I don't owe anything to anyone," he corrected her.

"Let me make it easier for you. Do you still want me?"

His eyes went over her body, as he remembered every soft curve. Marron felt herself blush under his scrutiny.

"Okay, I think we've established that point." She went up to him and leaned her hands on his chest. "But I want more from you, Vegeta. I want to share more than your body. I want to share your mind, and your soul as well. I'm willing to wait for however long it takes. I just want to be with all of you."

"I can't do those kinds of things. It's not me," he admitted.

"I'm not asking you to be some sort of superhero. After all, you're far from perfect," she teased and gasped as his steel band arms encircled her waist squeezing her gently, but not hard enough to hurt her.

"What you see is what you get. Either you accept me as I am, or not at all."

"Hmm. That's just what I would expect to hear from you," she replied bemusedly. Maybe it was enough. After all, that's what attracted her to him in the first place. "I missed you," she said in a sultry voice.

He smiled and began to unbutton her shirt. "How much did you miss me?"

She slid her hands underneath his tank top to feel his smooth muscular chest and leaned forward to kiss him, letting her tongue caress his perfectly sculpted lips. He slowly lowered her onto the grass and soon began their dance of passion.

~*~

Marron hummed to herself for no particular reason as she finished washing the dishes in her apartment. After spending a blissful night in Vegeta's arms, she couldn't help but feel a little light-headed. When it came to Vegeta, her common sense went right out the window.

She felt a sudden twinge of pain, causing her to grip the edge of the sink for support. "Must have been something I ate." These little twinges had been occurring often within the last few days and they seemed to be getting stronger. She would have to go see a doctor about this.

The doorbell peeled insistently, making her forget her momentary discomfort. That was strange. Vegeta never used the doorbell. He usually came through the window.

"You're early. I wasn't..." she said, opening the door. Marron stopped abruptly when she saw that it wasn't who she was expecting.

"Trunks?" she asked in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

His eyebrows were furrowed angrily, "Expecting someone else?"

Marron cursed silently to herself. Damn. He knew.



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