| Vegeta's Christmas Lesson |
| Author: phantomscribe72 Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: We all know I don't own DBZ. I also don't have any claim to "A Christmas Carol" and I apologize in advance for mutilating one of the greatest classics in the history of literature. |
| "Please, Vegeta?" Bulma looked up at him with pleading eyes. "No," He said firmly, crossing his arms across his chest. "Pretty please?" she begged. "I said no," Vegeta repeated firmly. "But why?" she asked, quickly wiping a tear from her cheek. "Because I said so," he returned stubbornly. She sat up straight on the couch. She pushed her shoulders back, thrusting her firm breast against her thin t-shirt. "I'll make it worth your while," she promised seductively. Vegeta laughed rudely at her attempt to convince him to do as she wanted. "Do you honestly think you can persuade me with the promise of sex? Why should I let that have any influence on me when we both know you'll put out whether or not I agree to do what you want?" "Fine," Bulma huffed. "But I hope you know how disappointed Trunks will be…" "Trunks will be just fine," Vegeta interrupted. "He's not the one who's always trying to change who I am." "What is that supposed to mean?" Bulma asked in a wounded tone. "It means," Vegeta growled, "that it should be enough that I stay with you and the brat. I put up with enough of your shit without having to participate in this silliness." "Christmas is not silly," Bulma sighed. "It's tradition…" "It's your tradition," Vegeta snapped. He was quickly losing his patience. "Saiyans don't celebrate Christmas." "Goku did," Bulma said quietly. "Don't even go there," Vegeta warned. "He was raised as a human." Bulma took at deep breath and conceded defeat. "Alright," she said weakly. "I won't bring it up again." The corners of Vegeta's mouth curled up in a small smile. He squatted down in front of the couch so that his eyes were level with hers. "Thank you," he said softly. His hand reached up to brush a stray lock of aqua hair away from her eyes. "I'm going to get lost for a few days…just until this Christmas nonsense is over. You know it makes my skin crawl…" "Do you have to leave?" Bulma asked in a panic. "I'll be back," Vegeta said reassuringly. He knew that she still worried whenever he left Capsule Corp. She still worried that he would leave her and never return. "I'll be back the day after Christmas…I promise." His words caused Bulma to smile slightly. She knew how hard it was for him to be this way with her. He was as tender and reassuring as his personality would allow, even though it made him sick to his stomach. She leaned forward slightly and placed a light kiss on his lips. "I'll miss you." Vegeta smirked and stood up. "Of course you will," he said with supreme arrogance. "I'll see you soon." Bulma's heart was full of sadness as she watched him walk out of the room. She had spent seven Christmases as Vegeta's mate…and she had spent every one of them alone. "Don't be sad, Mom," she heard Trunks say from the other end of the room. "I'll try," Bulma said, turning her head to look at her son. "I just wish that he understood how much it would mean to us if he'd spend just once Christmas at home." "He can't," Trunks said quietly. "But it doesn't mean that he doesn't love us." Bulma smiled in spite of herself. Trunks was only seven years old, but he was mature well beyond his years. He always seemed to know exactly what she needed to hear to make her feel better. "You're right," she sighed softly. "Hey, why don't you come over here and help me wrap these gifts?" "Sure Mom," Trunks laughed. He sat down beside of her on the couch and they laughed and talked as they wrapped the presents. *** Vegeta sighed heavily as he lay down on the cot. He'd put in a full day of intense training at he was exhausted. He was also starving…but he was too tired to bother to fix himself anything to eat. He was in a makeshift cabin he had constructed on a remote mountain several years ago…after Cell's defeat, when he'd first committed to his relationship with Bulma. He needed a place that he could go to get away from her…a place where he could be alone. He came here when her clinginess became too much for him. Bulma was one hell of a strong woman…that had been one of the things that had first attracted him to her…but when it came to him, she often became insecure and needy. Vegeta had learned to live with it over the years, but there were still times that he needed some time and space away from her in order to keep his sanity. It was during those times that he came here…to his tiny little cabin out in the middle of nowhere. Vegeta closed his eyes and tried to block out the memory of the hurt on her face when he'd refused once again to participate in her Christmas rituals. They went through this every year…Vegeta thought she should be used to it by now. He didn't understand why she just couldn't accept the fact that he had no use for the frivolous human holiday. As far as he could tell, it was nothing more than a feeble excuse for merchants to jack up the prices of their inferior goods and dupe the poor ignorant masses into spending all their money on useless gifts for their loved ones. He couldn't believe that Bulma let herself get sucked into the insanity year after year. She was way too smart for that. Vegeta cursed to himself and rolled over onto his side. The last thought that crossed his mind before he fell into an exhausted sleep was how much he missed holding the woman in his arms as he slept. *** Vegeta shot up in the bed and looked around the room frantically. Something was wrong…he wasn't alone. He threw back the covers and got out of the bed. "Who's there?" he demanded in a gruff voice. When there was no answer, he powered up, flooding the room with a blindingly bright light. "Show yourself, coward!" Vegeta called to the unseen intruder. "Calm yourself, monkey boy," a slick voice said from the shadows. "I'm not here to pick a fight with you." Vegeta felt his heart leap up into his throat as he turned to see Freeza lounging in chair on the other side of the room. "You're dead," Vegeta said, more to himself than to Freeza. "I watched you die." "Yes, I am dead," Freeza agreed amicably, "so you can power down now. A ghost is no threat to you." "What are you doing here?" Vegeta asked, his voice almost shaking with confusion. Freeza shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes. "It's your dream, you idiot, so you tell me." "Dream?" Vegeta muttered. Of course, that was the only thing that made sense. "Alright, enough small talk," Freeza sighed irritably. "I don't have a lot of time…so listen up. Tonight you will be visited by three ghosts from your past…four if you count me. Each one of them has something very important to show you…I'd pay attention to them if I were you." "Well you're not me," Vegeta shot back. "If this is my dream….then I guess I can finally give you the beating I've been waiting my whole life to give you." Freeza sighed in boredom. "I can see the years have done nothing to improve your intelligence. You can't fight with a ghost." "We'll just see about that," Vegeta growled. He fired a ki blast directly at the lizard's head, then stood back and watched in fascinated horror as the energy passed right through Freeza and blew a hole in the wall of the cabin. "I'll be damned," Vegeta muttered under his breath. "Believe me now?" Freeza asked in amusement. Vegeta snarled and lunged forward, intending to knock Freeza off his feet. This time, Vegeta passed through Freeza's body and ending up sprawled on the floor. "Are you finished yet?" Freeza asked lightly. Vegeta shook his head and stood up slowly. "What do you want?" "I've already told you," Freeza sighed, rolling his eyes, "weren't you listening? You will have three more visitors tonight. Each one will have a serious purpose. You should listen to what they have to say." "Right," Vegeta said sarcastically. He walked past Freeza and lay back down on the bed. "What are you doing?" Freeza asked in confusion. "You said yourself this was a dream," Vegeta grumbled. "If I can't kick your ass, then I'm just going to go back to sleep." "Oh, fine," Freeza sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up in defeat. "I'm leaving. But you need to remember what I said. There will be three more visitors tonight. I hope you are more cooperative with them than you have been with me." Vegeta sat up and glared at Freeza. "Get the fuck out." "As you wish," Freeza muttered. Vegeta watched in mild surprise as Freeza disappeared before his eyes. "That's it," Vegeta said under his breath. "I'm never going to sleep on an empty stomach again." He rolled over and faced the wall, closing his eyes tightly. He was back asleep within minutes. *** Vegeta growled and sat up in the bed again. "What now?" he asked himself as he looked around the room. He cursed out loud when his eyes found a blast from his past leaning up against the wall. "What the hell?" he muttered viscously. "Something wrong Prince Vegeta?" Radditz asked in a deep voice. "Nothing at all," Vegeta sighed, "other than there's a dead man talking to me right now. What the fuck to you want?" "You should know, it's your dream," Radditz said lightly. "Sorry," Vegeta growled. "That slipped my mind for a moment." "Well, let's get going," Radditz said, pushing away from the wall. "Get going where?" Vegeta asked suspiciously. "I have something to show you," Radditz said patiently. "I doubt I will want to see it," Vegeta retorted. "Oh, trust me, Prince Vegeta, you will." Radditz grabbed Vegeta by the arm and shot off through the window out into the sky. "Let go of me you simpleton," Vegeta snarled. "I can fly without your help." "Fine, but try to keep up," Radditz called as he increased his speed. Vegeta muttered a curse and flew faster, following Radditz through the sky until he saw the other Saiyan begin to descend. Once Vegeta was on the ground, he looked around and realized where he was. "Why did you bring me here?" Vegeta demanded. "If I wanted to be at home, I wouldn't have left in the first place." "Look around," Radditz said calmly. "Notice anything strange?" Vegeta looked around the grounds of Capsule Corp. dispassionately. There was indeed something strange going on. Things had changed. The house he shared with Bulma and Trunks was no longer there. The gravity room was in its proper place, but it was much smaller than it should be. "What's going on?" Vegeta asked, getting nervous for the first time. "Doesn't it look familiar?" Radditz asked lazily. "It's the way Capsule Corp. looked when you first moved in with Bulma and her family. Remember? You were both still staying in her parents' house and she hadn't enlarged the gravity room yet." "How…I don't understand," Vegeta said, his voice heavy with confusion. "Go to the window," Radditz instructed, "and watch and learn." Vegeta walked to the window and peered in. Bulma was sitting in a chair by the fireplace…and it was obvious that she was crying. It was also obvious that she was very pregnant. Vegeta started to question Radditz, but at that moment, Mrs. Briefs walked into the room, carrying a tray full of food. "Here's your dinner, sweetheart," Mrs. Briefs said in a gentle tone. "No thanks, Mom," Bulma said quietly. "I'm not hungry." "You have to eat," Mrs. Briefs insisted. "The baby needs food." "I can't eat," Bulma sobbed. "I'm too lonely." "Honey, you don't have to be lonely. Your father and I are here…and I know Yamcha would love to see you if you'd just give him a call…" "I don't want Yamcha," Bulma snapped. "I want Vegeta." Mrs. Briefs sighed heavily and sat the tray down on a table. "Please try not to be so sad," she said, kneeling in front of her daughter's chair. "It's Christmas after all." "I know it's Christmas," Bulma wailed. "That's why I'm so sad. It's bad enough trying to live without him on a daily basis, but you're supposed to spend Christmas with the people you love the most. I love Vegeta…and I want him to love me back…just a little." "Oh, honey," Mrs. Briefs said reassuringly, "I'm sure Vegeta cares for you…" "No he doesn't," Bulma interrupted. "He even said so himself. I was just a convenient fuck for him…he doesn't even want his baby…his own son!" "Bulma please," Mrs. Briefs started. "I want to be alone," Bulma whimpered softly. "Please just leave me alone." Mrs. Briefs looked torn for a few moments before she stood up and walked toward the door. "Try to eat honey, OK?" Bulma didn't answer. Mrs. Briefs shook her head sadly and walked out of the room. Bulma buried her head in her hands and sobbed violently. "Oh Vegeta, why do I love you so much?" Vegeta stepped forward, intending to take Bulma into his arms and kiss her tears away, but the world suddenly went dark and started spinning around him. "What the fuck?" he yelled. He felt as if he were falling into a bottomless hole. He panicked for a moment before the world stopped spinning and he found himself in his own living room. "What now?" he mumbled to himself. "Just watch," Radditz said as he materialized from out of nowhere. "I'll think you'll find this very interesting." "I've told you before that you waste too much energy when you try to think," Vegeta snarled. He would have said more, but a tiny Trunks came toddling into the room, dressed in only his pajamas. "Come on Mama!" he said in an excited voice. "I'm coming," Bulma laughed. Vegeta watched as a slightly younger version of his mate walked sleepily into the living room. Vegeta tried to reach out and touch her as she walked past him, but his hands went right through her. "She can't see you," Radditz said. "And you can't touch her." Vegeta shot Radditz an angry glance before turning his attention back to his family. Trunks was tearing through the colorful wrapping on a package under the Christmas tree. "Look Mama!" He cried as he proudly held up a new action figure. "Wow," Bulma said, her voice full of love, "Santa sure was good to you this year." "I can't wait to show Daddy!" Trunks said excitedly. "Where is he?" "Well…" Bulma started to explain his father's absence when the doorbell rang. "Be right back, sweetie." Bulma got up and walked over to the door. Vegeta watched in annoyed surprise as the door opened to reveal a disheveled looking Yamcha carrying an armful of Christmas packages. "Merry Christmas, Princess," Yamcha smiled, bending over to kiss Bulma lightly on the cheek. "Merry Christmas, Yamcha," Bulma giggled. She stepped back to allow him to come into the house. He stumbled over the floor mat and fell flat on his butt, causing Christmas boxes to go flying through the air. "Idiot," Vegeta muttered under his breath. "Sorry, Princess," Yamcha said sheepishly. "I guess I'm just a clumsy ox." Bulma laughed as she bent to help him pick up the presents. "Who are all the presents for?" "You and Trunks of course," Yamcha replied. "Oh boy," Trunks gushed, running over to snatch up his gifts, "more presents!" "Not so fast young man," Bulma said sternly. "Did you forget to tell Yamcha something?" Vegeta smirked as he watched Trunks roll his eyes at his mother. "Thank you," the boy muttered grudgingly. "You're welcome," Yamcha said with a grin. "Listen Trunks, before you start opening these, why don't you run next door and get your grandparents. I have gifts for them to." Trunks rolled his eyes again and huffed his annoyance. "Why don't you go get them?" "Trunks!" Bulma admonished, "You apologize to Yamcha this instant…and then go get your grandparents like you were asked to do." "Sorry Yamcha," Trunks muttered under his breath. He tuned around and stalked from the room. "He's awfully mature for his age," Yamcha said distractedly. "Yes, he is," Bulma replied with a smile. "He's only four, but he's been talking like an adult for over a year. It must be a Saiyan thing." "Well, he certainly seems to have his father's attitude," Yamcha said ruefully. "Yes, I'm afraid you're right," Bulma said with a small smile. "Speaking of Vegeta," Yamcha started carefully, "I take it he blew off Christmas again this year." "He doesn't much care for Christmas…" Bulma said vaguely. "Does he much care for you?" Yamcha asked pointedly. "What are you talking about?" Bulma asked in confusion. "He should know how much you love Christmas," Yamcha sighed. "If he really cared for you, he'd be here for you." "Yamcha, I don't think we should be discussing this," Bulma said warily. "Why not?" Yamcha snapped. He took a deep breath and gentled his tone. "Bulma, please just listen to me for a minute." Bulma raised her eyebrows and motioned for him to continue. "How long are you going to do this to yourself?" he asked gently. "How long are you going to wait for him to decide he loves you enough to be a real husband to you and a real father to Trunks?" "Vegeta and I aren't even married…" Bulma started. "That's exactly my point," Yamcha cut her off. "You've been together for so long…and he won't even marry you. I know it's going to hurt you to hear this, Bulma, but I think it needs to be said. Vegeta is using you…for the gravity room, for sex, for a place to stay…he doesn't even bother to pretend that he cares about you. You just lay back and let him have his way with you…" "You son-of -bitch!" Vegeta screamed, lunging for Yamcha's throat. "You can't touch him either," Radditz said with amusement as he watched Vegeta pass right through Yamcha's body. "Stop it, Yamcha," Bulma said in a warning voice. "You don't know what you're talking about." "I know you're hurting, Bulma," Yamcha hurried on, "and I'm sorry. But I can't sit back and watch him hurt you anymore. It's Christmas…and he left you alone. What kind of man does that to the woman he loves?" "Why are you doing this?" Bulma asked sadly. "Because, I love you," Yamcha replied. "I've always loved you. I would never hurt you the way he does…I'd never leave you alone…" "I think you should leave now, Yamcha," Bulma said, her voice shaking with threatened tears. "Bulma, please…just listen to me…" "I love him, Yamcha…and nothing you say is ever going to change that." Yamcha sighed in defeat. "I guess there's nothing left to say then," Yamcha said, shaking his head. "No, there's not," Bulma said firmly. "I'll leave then," Yamcha said quietly. He opened the door and turned to face her. "If you ever get tired of him ripping you apart…you know where to find me princess." Bulma stared at the closed door for several moments after he left. She was so lost in her thoughts that she jumped in surprise when Trunks and her parents came bounding into the room. "Where'd Yamcha go?" Trunks asked. "He had to leave," Bulma said, trying to get her emotions under control. "Can I still open my presents?" Trunks asked in an annoyed voice. "Sure honey," Bulma said distractedly. "Mom, I need to run to the bathroom. I'll be right back." "OK, sweetie," Mrs. Briefs said. She was grinning like a fool as she watched her grandson tear through the foil on his presents. Bulma walked quickly from the room. Vegeta and Radditz followed her. She only made it as far as the stairs before she collapsed in a heap on the floor. "What if he's right?" she sobbed quietly. "What if Yamcha's right about Vegeta?" "Stop it, Woman," Vegeta said gently. He moved toward the stairs, intending to wrap is arms around her. "He's not right…you know he's not…" The room suddenly went dark and Vegeta felt the falling sensation again. "Damnit! Not now!" He screamed as he watched Bulma fade away from him. The next thing he knew, he was alone on his cot in the cabin. He took a deep breath, trying to force himself to calm down. "It's just a fucking dream," he snarled to himself. He lay back down on the bed…intending to go back to sleep…but he wondered if he would be able to now. When he closed his eyes…all he could see was the pain on Bulma's beautiful face. *** "Vegeta…" a playful voice was whispering in his ear, "it's time to wakie wakie." "What the fuck?" Vegeta snarled and shot up in the bed. He rolled his eyes comically when he saw Goku sitting on the edge of the bed beside him. "I am finally being punished for my past sins," Vegeta muttered. He reached out and tried to push Goku off the bed, but he only ended up passing right through him and falling off the bed himself. Goku burst out laughing and pointed childishly at the fallen prince. "You fell on your hiney!" Vegeta stood up slowly and wiped the dust from his clothes. "I guess you're my next visitor." "Yup," Goku said good-naturedly. "You can just call me the ghost of Christmas present." "I'll call you the same thing I always call you," Vegeta growled, "an idiot third-class loser." "Aww…don't be so mean, Vegeta…it's Christmas you know!" Vegeta bit back a bitter reply. "If you have something to show me, let's get on with it. The sooner I get rid of you…the better." "Ok," Goku said with a goofy smile. He grabbed Vegeta's arm and touched his own forehead, transporting them into Bulma and Vegeta's bedroom. Vegeta looked around and noticed Bulma sitting on the bed alone. She was still wrapping presents. He noticed that she was cradling the telephone between her cheek and her shoulder. He wondered idly who she was talking to. "Listen carefully," Goku advised. Vegeta shot him a disgusted look before turning his attention back to Bulma. "Yeah, Chi Chi, I'm almost done wrapping. I just have to finish up a few for Trunks that I've been hiding here in the bedroom." She was silent for a moment while she listened to Chi Chi's response. "No, Vegeta isn't here. You know he doesn't stick around at Christmas time." Vegeta walked slowly to the bed and sat down beside of his mate. He knew she couldn't see him, but she looked over in his direction…almost as if she sensed he was there. She shook her head slightly and returned her attention to conversation she was having with Chi Chi. "Oh, I think I'm getting used to it," Bulma sighed. "I do wish he'd celebrate Christmas with me & Trunks…but I've given up hoping that he ever will." Bulma was silent as she listened to chi Chi's reply. She smiled sadly at whatever the other woman was saying. "Thanks, Chi Chi…and merry Christmas to you too." Vegeta watched as Bulma hung up the phone and laid it on the nightstand. She stood up and slowly walked to the dresser. She picked up a picture of her and Vegeta that she had tricked him into having made. She looked longingly at the picture for a moment, her fingers lightly stroking Vegeta's face. "I love you so much…" she whispered to the man in the picture. "I wonder, Vegeta…do you love me back…even just a little?" "What kind of a stupid question is that?" Vegeta shouted angrily. "She can't hear you," Goku said quietly. "Shut up!" Vegeta ordered the other Saiyan. "This is really starting to piss me off!" Goku laughed in spite of himself. "What's wrong Vegeta? Can't take anymore? Can't stand to watch her deal with the doubt and pain you've caused her?" "If you weren't already dead, I swear I'd kill you." Goku laughed again as the room went dark and Vegeta felt himself float down onto his cot. "That's it," Vegeta mumbled to himself once he noticed he was alone again. "I'm not going back to sleep tonight." He propped himself up on a pillow and crossed his arms across his chest. "My next visitor can't come if I don't go back to sleep." *** "Father, wake up." Vegeta opened his eyes and looked groggily around the room. "Shit!" he shouted, bounding off the bed. He'd fallen asleep again…and that meant that his last visitor had showed up right on schedule. "Father, are you ready to go?" a deep voice asked him from across the room. Vegeta looked up at the owner of the voice and was shocked to see Trunks…the future version of Trunks watching him with hooded eyes. "What are you doing here?" Vegeta asked slowly. "You're not dead…so you can't be a ghost." "It's your dream father," Trunks replied lowly. "Yeah…I seem to keep forgetting that part." He sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair. "What are you going to show me?" Trunks reached out and touched Vegeta's hand. "Bulma's future." Vegeta blinked in surprise as he found himself suddenly in a depressing room with empty, white walls. He heard a faint noise and turned his eyes in the direction it came from. He was shocked to his core when he saw a very old looking Bulma lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to a wide variety of tubes and wires. "What's wrong with her?" Vegeta asked breathlessly. "She's old," Trunks replied quietly, "and she's dying." Vegeta walked softly to the bed. He felt tears begin to well up in his eyes as he studied his frail mate. "No," he whispered softly. "At least she made it to Christmas," Vegeta heard a female voice say. He looked over and saw a middle-aged looking Trunks sitting next to a beautiful Brunette. "Yes," Trunks sighed. "She's always loved Christmas." "Where do you think he is?" the brunette asked softly. "Who the hell knows?" Trunks asked bitterly. "Dende knows he can't be bothered to show up at Christmas…even if his mate is fighting for her life." "Do you think he's with her?" the woman asked. Trunks looked up at the woman and shrugged. "I don't know. You know…he swears he's not having an affair with her…but…Mom's been sick for so long…" "That's no excuse," the woman shot back. "Your mother gave him her whole heart…and he chooses to repay her by screwing around with that little slut…who's less than half his age…" "We don't know that," Trunks said defensively. "Oh, please," the woman said, rolling her eyes. "Marron's pretty up front about the whole thing. She even said it wasn't adultery because your father had never even bothered to marry your mother." "MARRON?!" Vegeta yelled in outrage. "You think I'm cheating on your mother with that annoying little girl?!?" But of course, Trunks couldn't hear his father. He got up and walked over to his mother. He reached out and stroked her white hair lovingly. "She woke up for a little while this morning," he said quietly. "She even opened her present." "That's wonderful, Trunks," the woman said softly. "She talked about him, you know…about how I shouldn't be angry with him for not being here. She cried when I called him a cold bastard. She said that she loved him with all her heart…she asked me if I thought he loved her." "What did you say?" the woman asked. "I…I couldn't lie to her…I tried…but I couldn't. I didn't say anything." The woman opened her mouth to respond, but before she could get anything out, alarms started sounding in the room. Vegeta watched in horror as doctors and nurses came running into the room to work on Bulma. Trunks and the woman clung tightly to one another as the medical people worked. After several long minutes, one of the doctors shut off the alarms and slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Briefs…she's gone." "NO!" Vegeta screamed, lunging toward his mate. "You can't die, woman…I forbid it!" Vegeta suddenly found himself back in his own cabin. Trunks was looking at him closely. "Why did you bring me back here?" Vegeta asked angrily. "You saw what you needed to see," Trunks replied softly. "I needed to watch her die?" Vegeta snarled in disbelief. "No," Trunks replied patiently. "You needed so see how much she loved you…you needed to see how she lived her life for that love…and how she died never knowing if that love was returned." "It can't…" Vegeta took a steadying breath. "It can't end that way." "It doesn't have to," Trunks replied with a smile. "The future can be changed…but you are the only one who can change it." Vegeta's eyes grew wide as he realized what a precious gift he'd been given. "Thank you," he whispered brokenly. "Don't thank me…just remember everything you've seen tonight…remember it always." "I will," Vegeta promised as he watched Trunks fade away from him. He shook himself mentally and grabbed his watch off the table. "I still have time," he whispered as he flew out the window and into the black sky. *** "Wake up, already!" Bulma cracked open an eye to see Trunks bouncing excitedly up and down on the bed. "Get up, Mom! I want to open my presents." Bulma laughed and hauled herself up out of the bed. She paused a moment to look wistfully at Vegeta's side of the bed. It was undisturbed…a clear sign that it hadn't been slept in. "Ok, Ok," Bulma groaned as she let Trunks pull her out of the bedroom and down the stairs. When they reached the living room, Bulma gasped in shock. The entire room was covered in presents…there were many more packages then there had been when she had gone to sleep last night. "Are you two going to just stand their gawking all day, or are you going to get in here and open your gifts?" Vegeta said lazily from the couch. "Vegeta!" Bulma cried out in surprise. "What are you doing here?" Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I live here, remember?" "Yes…but you…" Bulma's voice broke off as she saw the amused look on his face. She smiled and happily skipped to sit beside him on the couch. They watched as Trunks tore into his gifts….making a huge mess all over the living room. "You bought him so much…" Bulma mused as she watched Trunks open his last present. "So?" Vegeta smirked. "We have plenty of money." "Hey, Mom!" Trunks yelled, tossing a package to her. "This is for you…it's from Dad." Vegeta grabbed her hand and stopped her from opening the package. "Trunks, go next door and get your grandparents, please." "I want to see what you got her," Trunks whined in protest. "Trust me, no you don't," Vegeta said lowly. "Just do as I say." Trunks gave Vegeta an annoyed smirk, but he got up to do as he was told. Once he was safely out of the room, Vegeta motioned for Bulma to open the box. "But, I didn't get anything for you…" she protested weakly. "Don't worry about it," Vegeta said with a salacious grin. "What's in that box is more of a present for me than for you." Bulma smiled weakly as she tore through the paper and lifted the lid off the box to reveal a barely there red lace teddy. "I want you to wear that tonight," Vegeta whispered in her ear. He flicked his tongue across her earlobe before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it gently. "I have another present for you…you'll get it tonight." "Oh, God," Bulma managed to choke out, "I can't wait." Vegeta laughed and pulled her up onto his lap. "What's gotten into you?" she asked as he folded her into his arms. "Is there something wrong with a man spending Christmas with his family?" Vegeta asked as he kissed her forehead gently. "No…but you…" the rest of Bulma's words were lost as he captured her mouth in a gentle but thorough kiss. "Ahem." Vegeta reluctantly pulled away from Bulma when he heard Dr. Briefs clear his throat from the doorway. "Tonight," he whispered to her as he sat her back down on the couch. *** Bulma sat on the bed nervously, dressed only in her new teddy. She had thoroughly enjoyed the day…but it seemed as if it had drug on forever. Vegeta had been so…attentive …to both her and Trunks. He'd even played with Trunks and his new video game after dinner. She wondered what had caused such a change in Vegeta…but she decided not to dwell on it…she really didn't care what caused it…she was just grateful that it had happened. "You look even sexier than I imagined you would," Vegeta said lowly. Bulma jerked her gaze up to see him leaning against the bathroom door. "Come to bed," she beckoned seductively. "I want the rest of my present now." Vegeta laughed and dropped the towel around his waist to the floor. He walked to the bed and crawled on top of her. His eyes darkened in pure lust as he gazed at her hardened nipples straining against the lace of her new teddy. He bent his head and took on of them into his mouth, sucking on it strongly through the fabric. Bulma moaned in pleasure. She lifted her legs, wrapping them tightly around his waist and grinding herself against him. Vegeta began to suck on her nipple harder. He roughly massaged her other breast with his hand, using his fingers to pinch the other nipple to attention. Bulma groaned when she felt him unsnap the crotch of her teddy and slide two fingers into her. He pumped the fingers in and out of her while using his thumb to push roughly on her clit. Bulma writhed wildly beneath him as he brought his other hand down from her breast to her womanhood. She screamed his name when he spread her legs wide apart and worked on her with both hands. He rubbed her clit and her lips slowly and sensuously as the fingers on his other hand continued to swirl around inside of her. Bulma gasped as her orgasm rocked through her body. Vegeta removed his fingers from her hole and pushed them into her mouth. Bulma sucked her own cum off of his fingers suggestively. Vegeta smirked and lowered his head to blow lightly on her clit. Bulma arched off the bed as his tongue began to lick up and down her length. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it strongly before dipping his tongue into her sopping wet entrance. He tongued her deeply, causing her to buck her hips wildly against his head. She came again inside his mouth. Vegeta licked and sucked up all her juices before raising himself up and placing his throbbing manhood at her ready entrance. "Ready for your present?" he asked huskily. Bulma nodded frantically and pushed her hips forward, trying to force him to enter her. Vegeta laughed and slid himself into her slowly. Bulma felt herself tighten around him reflexively even as she felt him slide something onto one of her fingers. Bulma gasped as he withdrew completely from her, only do raise her hips to his and slid in slower and deeper. She looked over at her hand and saw that he had placed a huge diamond on her ring finger. "What…" she lost track of what she was going to say as he began to slide in and out of her in a tortuously slow rhythm. He was driving her out of her mind…and he knew it. Bulma smirked to herself and tightened her vaginal walls around his stiff rod. She brought a hand down to his sensitive tail spot, pushing on it roughly and causing him to scream out her name. He grabbed her hands and linked his own through them as he lost control and began to pound in and out of her faster and harder. Bulma cried out in ecstasy as the world exploded around her. Vegeta howled his own pleasure as he spilled his seed deep into her body. Bulma lay exhausted beneath him for a long while before he rolled over onto his back and pulled her up onto his chest. He reached out and pulled her hand to his mouth, kissing it gently. "Do you like your engagement ring?" he asked lazily. "Engagement?" Bulma asked shakily. "Are you asking me to marry you?" "I'm not asking anything," Vegeta smirked. Bulma squealed in delight and planted a wet kiss on his mouth. "Oh, Vegeta…this is the best Christmas ever." Vegeta smiled and closed his eyes. He was almost asleep when the sound of her voice caused his eyes to snap open. "I love you, Vegeta." Vegeta turned his gaze on her and considered her words. "Bulma, I want you to know that you will always be the only woman I'll ever want…even when you're old and sick…I'll never want anyone else." "Vegeta," Bulma whispered softly, "are you trying to tell me that you love me?" Vegeta sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "Yes." Bulma cried with joy and wrapped her arms around him even more tightly. "Thank you, Vegeta." "Merry Christmas, Woman," Vegeta growled lowly. "Merry Christmas, Vegeta," Bulma softy replied just before she drifted off to dream land. Vegeta watched her as she slept for a long while. "I trust that I have banished both our ghosts," he whispered softly before closing his own eyes and drifting to sleep. |