First of All, I am Vegeta Ch.20 (Patreon)

— Bulma —

Bulma Briefs let out a sigh as she buttoned up her shirt. She had just finished taking a shower, the very same shower Vegeta had left her alone in. A glare crossed her gaze at the thought of him. How could he get her all worked up with that powerful, sexy body of his and then disappear like he didn’t have an obligation to her as her…

Wait…what even are they at this point? 

They had spent the last month having sex, committed to an animalistic breeding ritual. In all of her and Yamcha’s twelve years together, they had never even come close to having as much sex as Vegeta demanded of her. More than that, Vegeta almost never pulled out unless he wanted to paint her tits or ass with his cum, but never to avoid a child.

In all honesty, she was almost definitely pregnant, but she didn't know what that would mean for the future and thus elected against getting confirmation. After all, how could she be happy about having a child when she doesn’t even know her place when it comes to Vegeta. 

She was his, he had demanded she admit to that many times in the bedroom or wherever else they were fucking, but he never explained what he meant. For all she knew, he could mean she was just his fucktoy to be used and cast aside whenever he grew bored of her. 

A deep pit welled in her stomach at that thought. She couldn’t accept that result if it became her reality. She was more attracted to Vegeta than she ever was to Yamcha, and more than that, the way he made her feel far surpassed that of her ex. 

She wanted Vegeta by her side forever-

Bulma paused, her hands coming up to her red cheeks. She didn’t mean it like that! She doesn’t love him or anything! The sex is just really good, and his attitude is intoxicating, the way he walks, the way he carries himself, she lov-lusts after all of him! 

Another quiet sigh escaped Bulma as she began heading down to her lab to start her day of work. She needed to know where she and Vegeta stood, but she didn’t want to hear the wrong answer; she didn’t want to get hurt. Not again. 

As she walked into her lab, she paused in the doorway, her hand coming to rest just below her stomach. She wouldn’t check, she wasn’t ready for that answer yet either, so she was going to wait until her period should be due in a week. If she didn’t have it—it meant she was carrying the Saiyan Prince’s child. 

A part of her wanted that. She knew of the Saiyan’s low population, as well as their wish to breed amongst the Earthlings, which explains why Vegeta had rarely pulled out of her.

…Could it be possible that Vegeta would be more willing to stay with her if she was pregnant with his child? With how unpredictable the Prince was, she couldn’t be too sure. For all she knew, he could end up leaving her the moment he found out and ran off to impregnate another woman, only to repeat the cycle. 

“What’s got you so lost, sis?” 

Bulma jumped away from the doorway and turned around to see Tights standing there, chewing gum with a small grin. 

“You scared me!” She shouted. 

“And you were standing in the doorway blocking entry.” Tights answered immediately, crossing her arms under her bust, making Bulma blush from the quick response. “Talk to me, little sis; what’s got you in your head this time? Yamcha again?” 

Bulma frowned at the name of her ex. He hadn’t been around much since she last sent him away, instead he would steal glances at her when she wasn’t looking, and occasionally give flowers and chocolate to the interns to deliver to her. 

Once, Vegeta had caught one of the interns leaving some flowers and chocolate sent by Yamcha at her door, and when he came in, he brought them in, throwing them on the bed…then her and fucking her while he ate the chocolate. 

“Bulma?” Tights waved her hand in front of Bulma’s face, and the younger sister grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the chairs. They both took a seat, but Bulma didn’t know how to begin. 

“...So, you know how Vegeta and I have been…” Bulma started, not being able to find the right words to explain their relationship to her sister. 

“Fucking?” Tights asked crassly, making Bulma blush but nod. 

“Well, we’ve never solidified a relationship or anything, and I don’t like that,” Bulma explained, hoping Tights would understand the information she’d given her. 

“I see, so you’re sex friends at the moment, and you want to be something more.” Tights asked, earning a nod from Bulma. “Then just talk to him.” 

“No!” Bulma shot out of her chair, looking at Tights like she had lost her mind. “What if he gets upset about it?!” 

Tights raised an eyebrow. “Then leave him. Didn’t you dump Yamcha because he was too much of a wuss? If Vegeta is that fragile of a man to get upset at you for asking a question, then he’s in the same boat.” 

Bulma stayed quiet for a moment. She usually agreed with her sister’s advice, even if she didn’t like to admit that, but in this case, she was wrong. Vegeta wasn’t a wuss; the thing is, he just didn’t care. With his domineering personality and powerful body, he could have almost any woman on the planet, single or taken. It had been enough to turn her into his mewling slut after only two sexual encounters, and she liked to think, with the amount of shit she’s experienced in her life, that she was above a normal woman. 

Besides, there was another reason she couldn’t risk losing him.

“It’s not that simple.” Bulma shook her head, earning a frown from her older sister.

“The hell it isn’t.” Tights crossed her arms once more, “He’s a man, he’s replaceable. You’re Bulma Briefs, one of the smartest engineers in the world and the richest woman in the world; besides me, you can do better.” 

Bulma stayed quiet, looking at the ground, and Tights immediately understood that something was wrong. 

“Bulma…” Tights trailed off in a questioning tone. 

She didn’t want to tell anyone, but if she couldn’t trust her sister, who could she trust?

“Please don’t freak out.” Bulma pleaded before saying anything, making Tight’s eyes widen as they stood in silence for a few seconds. After a while, Tights finally nodded.

“I won’t.” 

Bulma brushed her hair out of her face and looked away, embarrassed by the words that were about to come out of her mouth. “Vegeta and I have been…together for over a month, and he’s never worn a condom, not once.” 

Immediately, Tights’ mouth dropped open, already understanding the implications without Bulma needing to say anything more.

“Bulma…are you pregnant?” She asked, sounding like she couldn’t even believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. 

“I don’t know.” Bulma shook her head, which, while true, was also partially a lie. The only way she wasn’t pregnant after that much breeding sex would be if she had faulty eggs or Vegeta had faulty sperm, but she knew her body was healthy, and the sheer dominance Vegeta had in bed, the wild instinct to breed, she knew he was just fine. 

“Holy shit…that alien bastard knocked you up!” Tights shouted, anger filling her tone as she jumped up off her seat. “And you don’t even know if you both are together?!” 

Bulma stayed quiet; her sister’s wrath was a dangerous thing, and usually, arguing back only made things worse.

“We’re talking to him now!” Tights announced, making Bulma’s eyes widen in shock as her sister grabbed her arm and began to drag her out. Bulma tried to argue against it, but Tights wasn’t hearing it, and her sister was stronger than her by a fair bit, which meant she couldn’t escape her grip unless she dropped to the ground and refused to move any further. But a part of her knew Tights was right…they needed to talk this out and figure out what their future was gonna look like. 

She just hoped things wouldn’t end badly. 

— Vegeta —

I grinned at the group in front of me; all of the Saiyans and Piccolo were on the ground, gasping for air. Kakarot was standing beside me with a grin matching my own. 

We had just finished a session in 30x gravity, and their task was to fight both Kakarot and me. Of course, they didn’t stand a fucking chance, but today’s training was moreso for them rather than us. Our progress was amazing, but it was still slower than I would have liked. After a full month of training, we only made it to 30x gravity as a group, whereas Kakarot made it to 100x just before reaching Namek in canon, and it took him a measly six days. Gohan, Turles, and Raditz slowed us down, but even they were still doing fairly well at keeping up so I couldn’t even be mad. Piccolo had shown growth that I didn’t expect out of him, and though he was still weaker than Raditz, his regeneration and stamina far surpassed that of Raunch's father.

“Tomorrow, we’ll be raising the gravity to 50x. If you can’t keep up, get lost, but for now, we’ll raise it to 35x, then 40x before we leave, so prepare your-”

KNOCK

My voice was cut off by a knocking at the door, making me raise an eyebrow at the disturbance. I had told everyone not to fuck with us while we were training. Bulma especially should know and not just come barging in without a good reason. 

I walked over to the console, but as I did, I expanded my senses, trying to find a threat on the planet. However, when I didn’t find any, I frowned. I could sense Bulma and the Earthlings just outside, which pissed me off, but hell, I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt; they may have a good reason. 

I turned off the console, and as I did, Kakarot unlocked the door. It swung open before he could open it, pushing him out of the way as Bulma’s sister, Tights, came running in with Bulma being dragged behind her. 

The moment the blonde’s eyes leveled on me, she glared at me with so much hate, and I was genuinely surprised to see it coming from her.

Did I do something? 

“Why the hell are you looking so confused?!” Tights shouted, walking up until she was less than a foot away from me. I looked into her eyes before glancing at Bulma who was averting my gaze, she had shrunk into herself. 

“Have I done something to anger you, woman?” I asked calmly, hoping to defuse the situation. 

“Have you done something to anger me…” Tights repeated back, sounding affronted that I would dare ask that. 

“What’s going on?” Tien asked as he rushed in behind the two girls; all of the humans had gathered behind them, and my frown grew larger at the sight of Yamcha. Something told me this would not be a very productive chat. 

“Stay out of this!” Tights glared back at them. “This is between you and Bulma!” She said, looking back at me. 

“Then why are you involving yourself in it?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Because she won’t do what it takes to solve the issue.” Tights shot back. 

“Okay, so what’s the issue?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes and crossing my arms. 

“You and my sister aren’t even dating, yet your dumbass went and got her pregnant!”

“...”

“...”

“...” 

Silence permeated throughout the ship. My mouth hung open, not in surprise; I had figured she was pregnant since the first time I fucked her. What stunned me was that she decided to announce that here, in front of every Z Fighter and my group. 

Bulma’s face was so red that it was almost comical, and she couldn’t look at anyone or anything but the floor. 

“What?!” Yamcha shouted, being the first one to break the silence. 

“Vegeta…Vegeta!” Nappa shouted, but I ignored him. The last thing I needed was for him to say some dumb shit. 

“Ehehe, welcome to the club, Vegeta!” Goku walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. “To think Bulma has a bun in the oven—is anyone else hungry now?” 

I facepalmed. I’m surrounded by idiots.

“Do you have nothing to say?” Tights pressed forward with a glare, and I took a step closer, our faces inches apart, before I brushed her aside as gently as I could at the moment, ignoring her shouts as I placed my hand on Bulma’s shoulder. 

The woman carrying my child looked up at me slowly, nervousness and fear dancing in her eyes as she quickly looked away. 

Ah, I think I’m starting to understand a bit better. 

“You kept this from me?” I asked quietly.

Tights crossed her arms, finally stopping her angry shouts to listen to what I had to say to her sister.

“...I’m sorry.” Bulma shook her head. 

“Bulma…how could you?!” Yamcha shouted, and I glared at him. My ki rose slowly, which put everyone on edge. 

“Shut up.” Two words left my mouth, and silence filled the ship as I looked back down at Bulma. “We’re not doing this here, not with these idiots around, but trust me, we’ll talk later.” 

Bulma’s eyes widened, and I could see the worry in them increase minutely; I guess my words had the opposite result. I grabbed her chin, tilted it up, and took her lips in the most gentle kiss I’ve ever had with her, not even adding tongue to her surprise. 

As I pulled away, she looked at me in shock. 

“You’re mine, and so is that Saiyan child. We’ll discuss it later, but don’t forget either of those facts.” I explained more clearly as I held her close, her eyes widening with tears beginning to drip from them. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me once more, and I obliged for her sake. 

Only when she was satisfied did I let go of her. Tights walked around me, offering a neutral smile as she followed Bulma out of the spaceship. Once they left, chaos ensued. 

Yamcha rushed me, and Tien grabbed him, holding his arms and preventing him from meeting a painful death. I could see Krillin’s eyes; his pure respect for me probably increased tenfold. Good, I’d need that because whenever I found Android 18, I was gonna make her my bitch; that was non-negotiable, and I’d rather not have the smallest Z Fighter hate me for it. 

“I didn’t think you’d move so soon, Prince Vegeta,” Raditz spoke up, and I spared a single glance at him. 

“Earthlings out, we’re resuming our training,” I ordered.

“You son of a bitch!” Yamcha shouted, and I couldn’t help but grin. Maybe if he had this much bark and bite, Bulma wouldn’t be his ex. 

The humans heeded my command after dragging Yamcha out, and again, we resumed our training.

“Vegeta!” 

“...What Nappa?” 

“You had sex, Vegeta!” 

“...Yes, yes I did, Nappa.” 

— Chapter End —

Author’s Note: Was it a fuckfest? Yes, it was. Was this chapter fun to write? Also yes.  I wanted to write Spider but I'm absolutely cooked and realized I need to raised the quality of that fic from Basilisk, so I'm going back and editing some chapters that will be posted publically.

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