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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,868
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Vegeta's Revelations-the Saiyan's Standpoint
Stranded- the revised version!
Chapter 4: Vegeta's Revelations-the Saiyan's Standpoint
Notes: Again with all of the sudden reviews! Are you people searching for 18/Vegeta fics? I can see why you ended up at this one, as there aren't many around. I'm thinking of working on some of my other fics a bit more. If you liked this one, then you might also like "Another Dumb Blonde." Creepy, but it's a Goku/18 fic. Notice how I stick her with everyone EXCEPT Krillin? *shudders* Aaanyway... on to more with this part. Well, I'm making it up as I go along, I really didn't have any future plans for this fic. So... if it sucks, too bad!
'Damnable android...' The blonde bombshell was constantly on Vegeta's mind. Almost everything he did made him think of her. As he saw Trunks running around, playing of all things, he couldn't help but wonder how much stronger the boy would have been if the android had been his mother, rather than the human woman, Bulma. And his son, the son who would carry on the elite saiyan bloodline had purple hair! Purple! It was enough to make the saiyan prince desire to vomit.
It was horrible, she plagued him even when he was in the bedroom, of all places. Trying to get the perfect picture-of the blonde android beneath him, her blue eyes glossed over with lust, her cheeks flushed with color, her full and sensual lips parted ever so slightly as she moaned his name-out of his mind... was having the exact opposite effect on Vegeta. Even as he and Bulma were together, Eighteen invaded his thoughts. He had tried to overlook her extreme gentleness before, chalking it up to the fact that she was human and therefore inferior, but things had changed for him now. He knew that he couldn't be as rough with his wife as he wanted to because she was human and she, unlike the android, would break.
Finally exhausted, Bulma was sleeping soundly, her azure blue hair tussled and damp as she dreamed deeply. Vegeta watched her for a few moments, the one he had chosen several years ago, the one he thought he could love, if he was capable of such an emotion. He gently brushed a few stray locks of her hair back from her forehead, actually feeling something for the woman other than desire and carnal need. He felt a deep and horribly aching sense of loss.
He shook his head and got up, heading into the shower. The steam and nearly scalding water did nothing to lighten his mood. His thoughts were flashing back and forth almost too quickly even for him to follow. One moment, he saw what it had been like the first time he had seen Bulma all those years ago. The next, how he had loved the perfect fit he had felt the first time he and Bulma had slept together. As much as he hated to admit it, he liked the way she tried to be defiant and strong even though she was really very far from it. And then, all of his thoughts were on Eighteen. The way her nose wrinkled when she shouted, the way her chest heaved when she was exhausted from fighting, how her short blonde hair set off her ice blue eyes...
This behavior was unacceptable! If saiyans are one thing, they're very loyal. He shouldn't have been feeling these... these things for the android. Shouldn't have been, but he was. It was tearing him apart. For once in his life, the Prince of All Saiyans was doubting himself, doubting everything he thought he knew. He turned off the faucet and stood in the shower for a few moments, letting the trails of water run over the rock solid muscles of his body, cooling as he stood there.
'What am I going to do...?' he thought as he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing another to dry his hair. As he wrung the dampness from his coal dark hair, he walked back into the bedroom, watching Bulma again. No matter what he decided, someone was going to end up very hurt, and it was more than likely going to be his wife.
Chapter 4: Vegeta's Revelations-the Saiyan's Standpoint
Notes: Again with all of the sudden reviews! Are you people searching for 18/Vegeta fics? I can see why you ended up at this one, as there aren't many around. I'm thinking of working on some of my other fics a bit more. If you liked this one, then you might also like "Another Dumb Blonde." Creepy, but it's a Goku/18 fic. Notice how I stick her with everyone EXCEPT Krillin? *shudders* Aaanyway... on to more with this part. Well, I'm making it up as I go along, I really didn't have any future plans for this fic. So... if it sucks, too bad!
'Damnable android...' The blonde bombshell was constantly on Vegeta's mind. Almost everything he did made him think of her. As he saw Trunks running around, playing of all things, he couldn't help but wonder how much stronger the boy would have been if the android had been his mother, rather than the human woman, Bulma. And his son, the son who would carry on the elite saiyan bloodline had purple hair! Purple! It was enough to make the saiyan prince desire to vomit.
It was horrible, she plagued him even when he was in the bedroom, of all places. Trying to get the perfect picture-of the blonde android beneath him, her blue eyes glossed over with lust, her cheeks flushed with color, her full and sensual lips parted ever so slightly as she moaned his name-out of his mind... was having the exact opposite effect on Vegeta. Even as he and Bulma were together, Eighteen invaded his thoughts. He had tried to overlook her extreme gentleness before, chalking it up to the fact that she was human and therefore inferior, but things had changed for him now. He knew that he couldn't be as rough with his wife as he wanted to because she was human and she, unlike the android, would break.
Finally exhausted, Bulma was sleeping soundly, her azure blue hair tussled and damp as she dreamed deeply. Vegeta watched her for a few moments, the one he had chosen several years ago, the one he thought he could love, if he was capable of such an emotion. He gently brushed a few stray locks of her hair back from her forehead, actually feeling something for the woman other than desire and carnal need. He felt a deep and horribly aching sense of loss.
He shook his head and got up, heading into the shower. The steam and nearly scalding water did nothing to lighten his mood. His thoughts were flashing back and forth almost too quickly even for him to follow. One moment, he saw what it had been like the first time he had seen Bulma all those years ago. The next, how he had loved the perfect fit he had felt the first time he and Bulma had slept together. As much as he hated to admit it, he liked the way she tried to be defiant and strong even though she was really very far from it. And then, all of his thoughts were on Eighteen. The way her nose wrinkled when she shouted, the way her chest heaved when she was exhausted from fighting, how her short blonde hair set off her ice blue eyes...
This behavior was unacceptable! If saiyans are one thing, they're very loyal. He shouldn't have been feeling these... these things for the android. Shouldn't have been, but he was. It was tearing him apart. For once in his life, the Prince of All Saiyans was doubting himself, doubting everything he thought he knew. He turned off the faucet and stood in the shower for a few moments, letting the trails of water run over the rock solid muscles of his body, cooling as he stood there.
'What am I going to do...?' he thought as he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing another to dry his hair. As he wrung the dampness from his coal dark hair, he walked back into the bedroom, watching Bulma again. No matter what he decided, someone was going to end up very hurt, and it was more than likely going to be his wife.