Revelation Chap. 1

Yamcha eased the door to Capsule Corp open. The house seemed deathly quiet for the usually chaotic family that lived inside, but he wasn’t too concerned. He knew that Bulma would most likely be down in the lab with her father and her mother would be doing some kind of chore around the house. Then there was the latest houseguest: Vegeta. It had been a little over two months since Yamcha’s last visit, but if Vegeta had decided to unleash his temper on Capsule it would’ve been on the news. The buildings wouldn’t be standing and the Saiyan’s next target should have been Yamcha.

Walking through the silent hallway, Yamcha thought of calling out a greeting but decided against it. He didn’t want to attract the wrong type of attention, so he moved down the hall as silent as possible. This would take him to the main living area and to the backyard. Just as he was about to cross the large open space Bulma came sprinting down the stairs in what looked like workout attire. The black spandex-looking shorts hugged her thighs and the white tank top left nothing to the imagination.

“Bulma,” he called out in relief.

The woman stopped at the bottom of the steps, her short pony tail swinging with the turn of her head. “Yamcha,” she greeted with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged. “It’s been a while, ya know. Thought I’d pop by to see how everyone was doing and maybe do a little training.”

“Oh.” Bulma finally moved away from the stairs and toward the center of the room. “I’m going out to do some training of my own.” She gestured to Yamcha. “Well, with Vegeta,” she admitted with a slight grumble as she tightened her ponytail.

Yamcha felt his foot catch on air and almost tripped. “I thought that was just a ploy to get him distracted that day.” He tried to keep the anger back, but he couldn’t completely so he looked away instead of seeing if Bulma heard.

She gave a short nod. “It was, but I liked learning how to control my movements and Vegeta was,” she paused and searched for the right word, “tolerant of the idea.”

“Tolerant?” Yamcha questioned unbelievably. “Did he do something to piss you off again and you’re just using it as punishment for him?”

They had just reached the back door and Bulma was about to open it, instead she spun around to face her house guest.

“It was nothing like that!” she shouted before calming herself down. “He’s…changed, Yamcha.” Before he could respond she continued. “Not that most people would notice, but he’s not as unpleasant as he used to be.” Bulma sighed, lifting a hand to her forehead. “I mean, yeah, he’s still an asshole most of the most time, but how would you feel if you were in his shoes?”

“I wouldn’t be an asshole to the family that is housing and feeding me,” he snapped immediately. “I mean, does the man not have manners? Or any sense of decency in him?”

Bulma shook her head. “I didn’t mean to start an argument.” When she saw Yamcha’s look of shock she laughed. “Honest. I’ve just been thinking about a lot of things since that day and night when you drunk dialed me,” the last bit was said with vehemence. “You put all this in motion,” she started before stopping abruptly. She waved a hand in the air as if clearing smoke away. “No, I don’t have time to start in on that.”

She turned toward the door and opened it; stepping out into the sweltering heat and marching across the lawn to the GR. Yamcha followed her out and closed the door. He watched as the ramp descended for her and the door opened. She walked inside without a backward glance and Yamcha huffed, unsure of how to view all that had just happened.

Bulma didn’t want to start an argument? Yet she went on to blame him for her continuing to train with Vegeta? Was that all she was doing with him? And why the hell were they practicing in the GR?

Yamcha ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He had been hoping to give Bulma time to calm down and realize that Vegeta wasn’t worth her time. Instead, being away had caused the opposite or at least that’s how things looked to him. Instead he was defending that murderous alien! A groan slipped past his lips and his shoulders slumped forward. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t exactly ignore them, or at least not Bulma. He couldn’t trust Vegeta. No matter what everyone else seemed to think about the Saiyan.

Unsure how to proceed—if he should stay and practice or leave for now—Yamcha raised his head toward the sky and thought. He squinted into the bright light of day and cursed himself before rallying his thoughts on Vegeta. He supposed the least he could do was stick around and make sure the Saiyan wasn’t provoked and attacked Bulma during their training session.  

~S~

Upon entering the Gravity Room she took in the rigid set of Vegeta’s form. His narrowed eyes quickly found her, making her hesitate as she continued toward him.

“Why is he here?”

The question made her stop altogether before she put on a small smile. “He just came to visit and train.” She started toward him again, unsure of how to soothe his mood. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

He scoffed. “Why should I be?” he questioned as his arms crossed over his chest, the only movement he made to his stiff form.

Bulma’s smile turned sly. “I could go back out there. After all, he is only visiting. Yamcha doesn’t live here anymore unlike you.”

“If that’s what you want to do, then go,” Vegeta told her, eyeing her. He was curious to see what response she would give. The woman may have thought the human male was only visiting but Vegeta was keeping track of the weakling’s whereabouts.

She clenched a fist at her side but kept the smile on her face. “And miss our little talk?” When she had Vegeta’s attention she continued, “Did you think I had forgotten? How often does the Prince of Saiyan’s request an audience with one of his loyal subjects?”

Vegeta threw her a smirk, daring her to ignore his next remark. “If you were such a loyal subject you would be kneeling and groveling instead of insulting me.” He let his body relax as he waited for her response, if she deigned to give him one.

Bulma felt a blush spread up her cheeks at the thought of kneeling in front of Vegeta. It was probably why he wore that little smirk. “Then I suppose I’m more of an honorary royal on this planet,” she answered doing her best to ignore the imagines he had put in her head.

Their intimate relationship was still quite new and it wasn’t often that Vegeta mentioned it around her. Oh, he would inform or request that he was interested in seeking her out later but that was about it. The man had not a romantic bone in his body and Bulma found that she did not care if he ever developed such sentiments. It was fun and new and he was the complete opposite of Yamcha and Vegeta enjoyed it when she would add in his title. Hence the image that was now flooding her mind as she recalled that just a few days ago she had been glad to kneel in front of him and worship him.

One of Vegeta’s eyebrows hitched higher. “I think we can work with that.” What he intended to propose wasn’t meant for a mere lower-class subject anyway. He hadn’t viewed the Briefs family as lower-class or mere subjects to begin with as their wealth and influence spread far and wide on this planet.

Folding her arms over her chest and taking a step towards him, Bulma asked, “So what did you want to talk about?” She had to admit that she was curious and with his reference to their relationship she wondered if he was going to end it or take it to the next level.

Vegeta tapped a finger on the control panel as he eyed her. That pathetic human of hers sure knew how to show up at the wrong time, though perhaps he could make use of it. Not that he felt the scar-faced man would be any problem for him but he wondered if it would affect her. “First I need to know if your ex-companion showing back will alter our dealings.”

“His name is Yamcha, Vegeta. I know you don’t like him and he doesn’t like you but you can at least learn his name,” she huffed uncrossing her arms to let her hands rest on her hips. She was tempted to take another step forward but she held back.

“I know his name,” he snapped. “Now just answer me, woman.”

Bulma rocked back on her heels not understanding the hostility he was now exhibiting. “Yamcha is just a friend. He has been for most of my life, you already know this.” She sighed upon seeing Vegeta’s gaze narrow. “I have no romantic feelings for him left; if that’s the answer you’re looking for, Vegeta.”

That wasn’t exactly the answer he was looking for, but he would accept it for now. He stepped away from the control panel towards her. “What is it that you found attractive about him?” Vegeta’s eyes finally drifted over Bulma’s body and he felt his fingers twitch. He knew she wasn’t repulsed by his touch and he could easily persuade her into coupling with him if that’s all he wanted. Of course what he wanted would take persuasion on his part and he needed to know how to win.

Bulma took a step back when Vegeta reached for her. “What does that have to do with anything? Are you turning insecure on me? Have I not inflated your ego enough lately?” When he scowled at her she couldn’t help but laugh. “What is this all about, Vegeta? Are you just toying with me as some form of extreme foreplay for you? Because I’m not sure I like this.”

When Vegeta lunged at her, Bulma made a quick side-step and laughed again. She didn’t get far when a hand gripped her wrist, jerking her to a stop. Bulma pulled in a breath of air as her back collided with Vegeta’s chest. She knew she would never be able to truly win against Vegeta, but it would be nice if he let her think she had a chance every once in a while. Instead he never let her get too far into their game when he would bring it to an abrupt end or take control.

“I am curious, Bulma.”

His voice held a slight purr that made her relax against him. Her brain was screaming to keep control but his warmth and strength had her melting. “We’ve become more intimate over the last few months and now that Yamcha finally shows back up you’re curious? Sounds like a certain Saiyan prince is getting jealous of a mere human even though he keeps denying it.”

A small hand came to rest against his forearm as he released a low growl. “You may think whatever you want, but I still want an answer. I will not let you go until I get one.” His fingers dug into her waist, holding her tight against him.

The arm around her waist tightened causing her to gasp. “Promise?” she questioned with a soft purr. “You know I don’t mind being your captive.” She rubbed her bottom against his crotch and she felt another growl vibrate his chest.

Vegeta chuckled, letting his free hand land on her thigh and started massaging it with gentle strokes. “And what would the weakling think of that? I’m sure he would try to come to your rescue.”

Bulma turned her head to look at Vegeta as best she could. “If he knew,” she responded with a sigh that has half frustration and half pleasure. “Yamcha was my first real crush. He was my first boyfriend. He was a lot of my firsts,” she mumbled the last part not sure how Vegeta would react.

When she pushed against his hold Vegeta let her go. He watched her pace a few steps in front of him wanting to say something but refusing now that he had her talking. When she glanced at him he arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“So?” she questioned, not quite sure how to proceed now that she was away from his touch. Vegeta was up to something and she wouldn’t let herself be manipulated into doing or saying anything she didn’t want.

“You found the boy attractive,” the Saiyan said matter-of-factly. He continued to watch her, watching for any signs of weakness.

“We were teenagers when we first met.” She gave a short nod before shaking her head. “He certainly wasn’t a boy then. Not like Goku and Krillin.”

“He was still a boy, Bulma. I find it hard to believe that he was even close to becoming a man at that point in his life.” Vegeta found it easy to critique the human male Bulma was so quick to defend. He knew he should be wary of how many attacks he made against the pathetic weakling but it was an easy way to provoke her.

“And you were?” she asked, anger clear in her voice. Her hands immediately landed on her hips in agitation as she leaned toward him, though still keeping out of reach.

The laugh that emerged was dark and he noticed the woman shiver. “More of a man than your human was, but this isn’t about me,” he answered smoothly. A smirk tilted one side of mouth up. “So tell me what you found so appealing about this…man.”

Bulma once again shook her head. “No. You just want to slander his name and use any information I give you to make fun of him when you see him face to face.” She wouldn’t go through with it. Not without knowing exactly why he wanted to understand her feelings.

The Saiyan tsked, his hands clenching into fists. “Perhaps you’re right but he makes himself an easy target.” Not that he would be letting that human stick around much longer. “The way you keep defending him and refusing to talk makes me wonder, Bulma. You say that you no longer want him…”

“He’s my friend, Vegeta! How many more times will you make me say it? I’m loyal to a friend who’s been there for me when I needed him. If I wanted him back I would’ve already run to him even with your overbearing presence around.” She could feel her blood begin to boil and she tried to prevent her anger from taking over as she glared at Vegeta. “I will not have you controlling me or my life in any way.”

When Vegeta took a step in her direction she backed away. He advanced until Bulma felt the press of the control panel in her back. She groaned and scouted along its edge, keeping her main focus on the stalking Saiyan.

“I don’t give a damn about…” he started heatedly before being cut off.

“And just how many lovers have you had that I should be aware of? Should I concern myself over them as you’re doing with Yamcha?” Bulma jerked her head from one side to other still, eyeing the alien man.

Vegeta stopped, frozen in place by her words. He straightened as he weighed his options—if she would even believe the truth. “There’s not much to say about my one lover,” he couldn’t help annunciating the last word, not sure if he liked the word. He shrugged. “I had more important matters to attend. I never found the need to distract myself and did not want to be that susceptible to a craving or another creature.” Vegeta saw the shock widen blue eyes before they lowered in suspicion. “I grew up watching and studying Raditz and Nappa. How easy it was for them to become sidetracked when the urge to couple came over them. I realized that I would have to focus and lead our little group.”

“One of the reasons you were more of a man than Yamcha by your teenage years?” Bulma asked in a skeptic tone.

“Something like that.” He finally stepped closer, resting a palm against the panel beside her hip. “However,” he began as his other hand rose to her cheek. His thumb skimmed across it before his fingers pressed gently against the back of her neck. “I see now why Raditz and Nappa gave into the impulse when they could.”

Bulma tilted her head back in an attempt to look down at him; not liking that he was so close again. “If you want to have sex with me then just ask, Vegeta. I’m surprised you’ve waited this long.”

He shook his head, coming close enough to rub his nose against hers. “It is not that. I have luxuriated in our time together and what I am going to ask of you is much more than that.”

More than that? Bulma felt her breath hitch and she desperately wanted to pull away but refused to let him have the upper hand—even though he already had it. She sighed, leaning back against the board, cautious of all the buttons she could press. “What do you mean more?” She swallowed a lump forming in her throat. “Is this some sort of strange Saiyan ritual Goku isn’t aware of?”

Vegeta chuckled softly, his fingertips stroking her flesh. “No ritual, but I would like you to have my child.”

She was about to push him away but she felt the scrape of teeth along the area where her neck met shoulder. Bulma gasped, her hand balling into a fist and lightly landing on Vegeta’s upper naked chest. When his tongue soothed over the abused spot, she added pressure to her touch. Vegeta pulled back to look at her, his eyes searching hers.

This was what he wanted to talk about? All the arguing and questioning and back and forth flirting were for a child? She had been prepared to dispute any other arrangement he might bring up but she had never dreamed it would be a situation like this. She let her eyes wander over his shoulder because she couldn’t look at him.

“Vegeta,” she choked out. Clearing her throat as delicately as she could, Bulma tried again. “What the hell am I supposed to say?” She pulled her fist back and slammed it into his muscled shoulder.

“Just say that you will think about it.” It was the only thing he could demand of her at the moment as he caught her chin and forced her to look at him once more.

“Why?” she blurted out, her mind still reeling with the request. “What do you want with a child, Vegeta?” she clarified her question, shaking her head to one side then the other.

The Saiyan released her chin but kept her trapped between him and the control panel. “Kakarot,” he answered simply. “The idiot is has only grown stronger because of his family. Even his friends seem to bring an added strength,” Vegeta said the word “friend” like it left a foul taste in his mouth.

“Then go make some friends!” Bulma half-shouted. She needed to move and if Vegeta didn’t let her go soon she was going to do something drastic. “I swear to Kami if you’ve been using me as some experiment…”

The fingers still holding the back of neck pulled her forward and his lips silenced her. He pulled back when he felt sharp nails clawing from his shoulder to pectoral. Taking the opportunity, Bulma shoved Vegeta as hard as she could and quickly darted away from him. When she made it to the door without getting caught, she whipped her around to catch a feral gleam in the Saiyan’s dark eyes but he made no move to stop her.

She opened her mouth to say that she would think about what he said. Instead she took a breath and opened the door. Shaking her head and not wanting to risk her luck she stepped out onto the ramp and hastily walked down. Her hands were shaking and she could feel her knees wobbling somewhat but she refused to collapse out in the open.

Inside the Gravity Room wasn’t much better because Vegeta was about to put a fist through the controls. He should have just made the business transaction instead of trying to understand the woman and her…feelings. The scar-faced warrior arriving had thrown him and he only meant to gauge Bulma’s reaction too. Now he faced the problem of having to apologize or at least somehow make things right between them again. He would have to do it now because waiting too long wasn’t an option he was willing to risk.