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~~~12 weeks after Trunks is born~~~
It was the middle of the night at Capsule Corp, Trunks was fast asleep in his room a few doors down from their bedroom. The baby monitor was on just in case he cried or needed attention. But it was the dead of night, and most of the house was very quiet. In Bulma & Vegeta’s room, the door to the balcony was open, letting a warm summer breeze in that left a trail of goosebumps down Bulma’s skin as she moaned in pleasure while Vegeta slowly slid himself inside her wet heat, beginning to fuck her very slowly- at first.
Vegeta had witnessed Bulma giving birth, and was still in awe at how much trauma his mate’s body had been through during and after that entire process. He wanted very much to fuck the living daylights out of her, but he had no intention of ever harming her or pushing things too quickly. They had only done this a handful of times since she had given birth, and they were both trying to make sure she stayed safe and healthy, while also trying to meet their obvious need for each other after so long without.
Both of them that night had been burning badly for each other. When they finally had a moment after Trunks had fallen asleep, no words were necessary as they began taking off each other’s clothes and tasting each other’s skin with unbridled hunger. Vegeta wanted to taste his mate, to feel her inside of him, so right before this he had eaten her out thoroughly, energetically, ravenously- but also carefully and with precision, stimulating her clit with his ki and using his mouth on her, tounge delving inside of her just as she liked, until she had cum hard all over his face. It was only then when she was fully aroused that he had even tried entering her using his throbbing, rock hard erection. Vegeta started with a mild pace, not wishing to hurt Bulma, but quickly Bulma groaned in frustration and wanting more,
“Vegeta please I need you. I know you’re being careful but tonight I need you to fuck me harder. I need to feel you, I need to see you let go and want me desperately. Please show me.”
At her words Vegeta’s eyes went wide and he searched her face looking for any doubt. But all he saw was determination, frustration, and an aching fiery desire to be wanted and most of all right now just to be fucked, and fucked hard. He even felt it over their bond, the overwhelming…was it pain? Did she feel unwanted? Scared? What was this? Vegeta was confused but was determined to shove it all away for the moment.
She couldn’t possibly know his plans yet. He’d kept it hidden from her over their bond specifically not to worry her…but perhaps with her cunning she had figured it out anyway that he was planning on leaving very soon. She had to have been expecting it, he had told her in advance that he would leave after the boy was born. Really, he had stayed too long already, he should have left weeks ago.
But he had underestimated how difficult human birth was, and he had to be sure that his mate was going to be okay. He couldn’t just leave to train until he knew she would be safe. That both of she and their child would be safe- for the moment, anyway. Vegeta wouldn’t let any more doubts fill his mate’s mind. As he continued thrusting his pelvis against hers, making tantilizing wet slapping sounds between them, he pressed his fingers against the mating mark he made on her chest, sending an overwhelming wordless wave of his emotion to her over their bond, doubling the telepathic effect with the physical contact. He kept his eyes locked on her face, she didn’t look away while he continued fucking her the way she asked. The way he wanted to as well, but had feared hurting her until this point. Until he had just now seen and felt the desperate burning in his mate.
She needed this just as badly as he did, for more deep reasons that he had first realized. She was anticipating his departure, and she didn’t know when -or if- he would be back again. Vegeta didn’t always have the right words to tell her, and she bemoaned him often for this. But in this way over their bond, she could always be reassured of how deeply he cared for her by simply feeling his emotions wash over her, in a literal physical and spiritual sensational way.
He could show her plain as day that she was truly the only being that mattered to him in this entire universe- sure there was their son, who he cared for as well. But for Vegeta, he knew his soul would be forever intertwined with this feisty blue haired human woman. He was literally helpless to her wants and needs, and would bend to her every whim, if she so desired it. He rarely if ever said these things out loud to her, or even to himself for that matter. But through their connection he knew, or hoped, that she understood.
Bulma’s breathing became faster and ragged as she got close to cumming. Her moans became louder and more elongated, intermixed with babbling nonsense words or Vegeta’s name in pieces. Then suddenly her voice became higher and higher pitched, and he knew she was about to cum, so he began thrusting just a little bit harder and faster into her, making sure to hit her in just the right spot to drive her absolutely mad.
Sure enough, this did the trick, and when Bulma staring screaming in ecstasy through her orgasm, Vegeta finally released himself deep inside of her, increasing the inordinate amount of wet fluids dripping and squishing between them as they continued their movements gradually slowing down, coming down off of the highs of their joint climax. Both were panting with effort, sweat beads covering their bodies, as each of them had just cum really hard, their minds had gone blank together. Blank with lust, love, light, stars behind their eyes, radiating throughout their vision in bursts of color. The feeling was otherworldly.
Vegeta was still inside of his mate, hovering over her and panting, when she leaned up and kissed him firmly on the mouth, both of them involuntarily but lusciously moaning at the sensation of the taste of each other on their lips, exploring each other’s mouths for a few minutes as Vegeta slowly pulled out, and continued kissing her. Bulma broke the kiss away but only by mere centimeters, speaking into her mate’s open mouth and smiled,
“Let’s get in the bath before I pass out.”
~~~30 minutes later~~~
They had done this almost every night since Trunks was born. Even if it wasn’t until 3am. It had become their ritual, part of their daily routine. Even if Vegeta was up early to train, or didn’t attend any meals for the day. He always seemed to have the sense when Bulma was ready for bed, and would join her for a soak in the bath, sometimes for several hours. He enjoyed it mostly because it was a time when Bulma was very relaxed, and for once didn’t feel the need to speak. It seemed to be when she was enveloped in the soothing moist heat of the bath that she would allow the telepathy of their bond to work it’s magic, and they could share emotions more easily and without words getting in the way. Sometimes their words were lost in translation due to Saiyago holding different kinds of meaning than here on Earth.
But this night the silence was heavy between them. Although the sex just now had been phenomenal, it revealed to both of them Vegeta’s intentions of leaving very soon. Bulma had not been sure how soon until he had finally reached out and touched her mark tonight, sending her his thoughts and emotions without shielding himself. She was contemplative, even a little distant. Vegeta felt that, but tried to shrug away from it. He could not let her emotional reaction effect his decision.
“You’re leaving” she said simply. Vegeta had his arms wrapped around her, his back on the wall of the spa, she was leaning her back against him, facing away, so he could not read any expressions on her face. But the tone in her voice was definite, there was no questioning in her voice. She knew.
Vegeta took in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling, still holding her before he nodded and said,
“Yes. I will sleep here with you tonight for a few more hours. But then I must leave.”
Vegeta squeezed her delicate body gently, and brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “I cannot stand to have you watch me go. It will hurt too much. Please forgive me, my mate. I do this for you.”Tears welled up in Bulma’s eyes, but she still didn’t turn around to face him out of frustration,
“Then why go at all? Why can’t you train here, be near me and Trunks? We need you here. I need you here….Vegeta….”
Bulma finally turned her head and upper body around enough to face him, breaking away from his embrace, “Don’t leave me.” And she burst out into tears, burying her face in his neck while she sobbed. Vegeta could hardly stand feeling the overwhelming sadness and grief he was sensing from his mate…or was that sadness coming from within himself? He wasn’t sure anymore, and frankly didn’t want to know.
But he couldn’t let these emotions take over, or else he would never be able to follow through with his plans, with his training. He let her cry, and held her firmly against him, stroking her hair, whispering sweet nothings, rocking her gently back and fourth. He needed her to calm down before he spoke to her again. He needed her to listen. He needed her to understand why he had to go. Finally, after some time, Bulma’s tears stopped falling and her body stopped shivering from crying. Without changing his embrace, Vegeta said with a distant look in his eyes,
“I’m sorry that this will hurt you, hurt us. But I must leave to complete my training. In order to defeat the androids, to protect you and this planet, I must become a super Saiyan. I know I cannot do that here,
at least not while I am tethered so tightly to my bond with you and worrying about the child as well. I need to go far away, to focus, to push myself to my limits. I wish I could make you understand….”
Vegeta then gently took Bulma’s chin and tilted her head up so they could make eye contact, “You are my mate, my star, my only one. Even if my body is not here with you my mind and my soul are. I will be with you until death and beyond. I may be physically away from you for the next few months, or at least until I achieve and have mastered the super Saiyan form. But even while I am gone, I will always be connected to you. You will always be on my mind, no matter how hard I try not to think of you.”
Bulma whimpered a little suppressing a sob, but she knew and felt all of his words to be completely true. She smiled sadly at him,
“So how long do you think that will take? When do you think you’ll be back home with us? Tomorrow?”
Bulma felt a tear escape and fall down her cheek. Vegeta spotted it and caught it midway down with his thumb, brushing from the middle of her face outward toward her ear, then caressed her face while looking at her. He was once again intentionally memorizing her features, attempting to burn her beautiful face even further and more deeply into his memory than it already was and forever would be etched into his soul. While holding her face delicately and so close to his own, it was Vegeta’s turn to smile sadly as he said to her,
“Tomorrow is promised to no one.” Vegeta kissed Bulma on the lips hard for a few moments, trying to urge her to understand his feelings. He pulled away and gazed in her eyes again,
“Tomorrow is not promised to you, to myself, nor to anyone else in the universe. All I can promise you is to give all of myself to you in this moment, right here, and right now. I cannot tell you what tomorrow will bring. But I know that my connection to you will be unyielding even beyond my death. You are my mate. My only. Please believe-”
Bulma was crying again but interrupted as she began kissing Vegeta firmly, cutting him off from saying anymore, as they continued laying in the bath in each other’s arms. As Bulma settled down, Vegeta finished washing Bulma’s body for her, taking gentle care of her, putting to memory every curve, every nook and cranny of his mate’s perfect form. When he was done, she was practically asleep in his arms.
Without hardly any effort Vegeta lifted himself and his mate out of the spa tub, and used a towel to meticulously dry her off, still holding her in his arms against his chest. She had already fallen fast asleep. It simultaneously filled and broke his heart at the sight of her in such a vulnerable state.He brought her to bed and laid her under the thin comforter, joining her after laying her down in a comfortable positions facing away from him, so he could spoon her and continue to wrap himself around her protectively.
He would not be able to do so for a long time, perhaps ever again- he never wanted to forget the smell, the taste, the essence of her, in his mind, body and soul.
~~~The Nursery~~~
In the other room, a small infant Trunks had begun to cry with surprisingly powerful lung capacity a few minutes ago, but Mrs. Briefs had quietly gotten up and was now holding a prepared bottle up to her grandson’s mouth, giving yet another feeding to the insatiable half-Saiyan.
Panchy could hear her daughter sobbing earlier through the walls, and knew all too well that the Saiyan Prince would be leaving soon, just as he had promised them.Panchy sighed heavily. She had hoped that Vegeta would change his mind. She hoped he would see how much stronger he had become with her daughter’s help, support, and love. But, it was not her business, the older but still somehow flawlessly beautiful woman told herself that it was ultimately her daughter’s relationship, so the two of them would have to figure that out on their own. Aliens, half-aliens, androids, or whatever else lie in store for them.
For now, Panchy smiled down at her beautiful grandson with his perfect purple locks and intense eyes from his father, tickling his cheek delicately as he ate greedily from the bottle while laying in her arms in the nursery rocking chair. She looked out the window and could see the the sun beginning to rise over the horizon. The hot summer breeze was coming through the window, yet it felt pleasant on her skin as she lazily watched the sunrise envelop the sky and the city buildings.
It was especially beautiful to her as it began to light up the face of her only grand child. Soon, in a few hours, Vegeta would be gone, and this house would feel very, very different.
~~~End Part 8~~~
~~~Chapter 9 will be written, but not for a while~~~