When I woke that morning it was cold. Even the thick blankets could not keep me warm enough. It was then I realized Vegeta was gone.

I got up, something within me driven to find him.

He wasn’t in the house; that much I knew, or else I would have felt him.

He wasn’t anywhere near the house for that matter.

I followed his trail for a long while, before I finally realized exactly where I was. I was in the back yard of Capsule corp.

Why had he come here?

I went to the back door and knocked.

Goten answered the door. His face lit up when he saw me. He embraced me for a moment.

“Vegeta’s here.” He whispered in me ear. “He’s with Bulma in the basement. We’re not allowed to go down there.”

He led me to the basement door. I nodded and he left. I opened the door and slid inside.

It was dark, like some kind of horror movie. There were a lot of stairs too; with cobwebs that brushed against me, giving me goose bumps.

I came to the bottom of the stairs and opened the door to the next room.

I found Bulma sitting in a chair at her desk. Vegeta was leaning against the wall.

She turned to see who it was, ready to yell if it had been one of the boys. “Hello.” She said coldly, before turning back to her computer.

I could almost taste the bitterness she radiated.

Vegeta came over to me but did not touch me. “She said it’s too early to tell if it’s alright.”

I didn’t understand what he was talking about at first, but then it clicked. “You did the ultrasound?” I asked, more to Bulma than Vegeta.

He nodded though.

“Thank you.” I said to Bulma. She waved me off.

“I hope you two are happy together.” Her voice was so void of emotion, so distant. It broke my heart all over again to know it was my fault. I had made love to Vegeta for the first time, right here in her house, while she was just in the other room.

I felt guilt swell in my chest right then. I doubted it would every go away. I could feel that Vegeta felt guilty too, but he understood that there was nothing he could say to fix it. He didn’t know that she at least wanted him to try.

“Bulma,” I started, and then paused, “We didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I know.” She responded distractedly, typing away at her computer.

“Vegeta still loves you. I still love you.” I glanced at Vegeta. His expression did not change. He was thinking. “And I know… and I know it’s my fault things are the way they are.”

She had stopped typing.

“And I wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

Silence for several moments. Those moments nearly killed me. I didn’t know if she was going to explode or slip deeper into her depression.

“Do you have anything to say, Vegeta?” She asked without turning around.

At first I didn’t think he would say anything, but then he surprised me. “I don’t expect you to understand, but this changes nothing between us. I do still love you, and I’d still like to be considered your husband.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I’d like us to be a family.”

She was sobbing. He flinched at this when she turned around. He didn’t know how to handle it.

“Your right. I don’t understand. And you don’t seem to understand what you’ve done.” She did not bother to wipe he tears; they fell freely from her face. “We can’t be a family anymore. Not a good one anyway. But I won’t let my child grow up without a father.”

She stared at him for a long time, tears falling to the ground. “You don’t even care. Whenever things get too emotional, you shut down. You can’t handle anything that you’re not in complete control of.”

She was wrong about him. He was far more capable than she thought.

“You have been pushing us away since the beginning. You create walls so that no one can get in, and then you detach yourself before you get hurt. Well guess what? You’re going to have to deal with this. And don’t just stare at me. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

She seemed to be finished. She gave him some time to let that all sink in.

When he gave her a shrug and said absolutely nothing, she glared at him.

“I hate you.”

The words sounded harsh to me, and she wasn’t even talking to me.

We left, giving a wave to the boys as we did so.

Outside, I meant to console him. “She didn’t mean it, you know.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I know. She says it so often it doesn’t really mean anything anymore.” He paused. “She used to.”

I needed for him to react somehow. Through this whole thing, it was like he wasn’t even there. Either he was trying to numb himself to it, or he really didn’t care. Maybe he didn’t understand that he may never have his family back to the way it was.

I decided to change the subject for a moment.

“Did you happen to hear anything about Goten?”

He frowned a little, trying to remember. He had an amazing memory, far surpassing mine. He seemed to remember some things without even realizing it, and he could recall nearly everything he remembered in an instant.

“His sent hadn’t chanced. I don’t think so. But, it’s too early to tell, Kakorot.”

I was hungry, starving even. There was no food in the house; we had eaten it all in a matter of weeks.

I didn’t want to go home and beg for food, and I didn’t have the money to buy enough for even a full meal. I asked Vegeta what we should do.

He seemed moodier lately. Most of the day, he just lay around, sleeping or thinking. Even when we made love, he seemed overly frustrated.

“I’m not hungry.” He said. He had not been hungry at all in the past few days. He did eat though, but only small portions at a time. I told him he needed to eat, for the baby’s sake.

He sat up on the couch, stretched. “Then go hunting.”

I had never actually ‘gone hunting’. I had gone fishing thousands of times, but never the ‘stalk and kill’ approach Vegeta was accustomed to.

I had been hunting with him once, when he had a craving for not-burnt meat. He had taken down a boar by biting its neck until it bled to death. The entire thing had been kind of traumatic to me, especially when he began to eat the thing raw; fur and all. He did not share, would not share, even if I had asked him for a bite.

I remembered how the thing had writhed beneath him; had cried in agony. I shuttered. I could not bring myself to kill an animal like that.

I asked him if instead he wanted fish. He was not really a ‘fish-person’. He liked huge chunks of meat that he could tear through without having to worry about swallowing a bone. But he would eat nearly anything; except oranges. I don’t know what his problem was, but he just would not eat oranges.

I went fishing anyway, and came back with enough to feed us for dinner, and maybe a snack later.

I had a craving for fish-sticks, but I couldn’t remember how to make them. I just fried it all instead.

While we were eating, Vegeta said he wished we had a television. I never really had much interest in television. There was never anything on, and I always had the feeling there was someone out there watching us through it.

“Hey,” I said, the subject about TV having been dropped a long time ago, “Once the baby’s born, we should get a dog or something.”

“Yeah,” Vegeta said, surprising me, “And then later, we can eat it.”

I didn’t know if he was kidding, I can never really tell, so I took it as a joke. “I’m serious; come on, pets are good for kids.”

“Pets carry the plague.”

I rolled my eyes. “They do not. Pets make it easier for kids to socialize.”

“And so does television. I think that once the kid is born, we should get a TV so that it can raise it as its own.”

“You can’t be raised by a TV.”

“Trunks was, and look how he turned out.”

Even though Vegeta seemed like a pretty bad father to most, he was actually not that bad. He just didn’t know how to hand human-like kids, I think. From what I understand, Saiyan babies were very different from human-babies.

Vegeta stretched.

I stood up and began to clear away the dishes.

“Let’s go to bed.”

“It’s four’ o’clock.” I said without turning around. “I’m not tired yet.”

When I did turn around he was right behind me. Startled, I took a half-step back. He placed his hand onto my neck, pulling me closer to him. He rested his head at the crook of my neck and began to whisper in my ear. I didn’t understand any of what he said; he was speaking Saiyan.

His arms came to encircle my waist. He began to purr with the words, his body coming to arch up against mine.

I found my hands coming to grasp his slender hips. Even though I didn’t know what he was saying, his voice was deep and husky; unbelievably sexy.

My hands dropped to his ass, where I got a firm grip, before lifting him up off his feet. He did not react, as if he had expected it.

I carried him off to the bedroom, not bothering to shut the door.

His sent was intoxicating. It seemed to have drifted all over the room already, before I even had the chance to undress him.

He was not really a kisser; he was more of a ‘feel you up’ kind of person. But he did allow me to kiss him whenever I wanted; if only to keep me quiet.

I had my tongue in his mouth already, tasting him, trying to coax him. There was a lot of coaxing involved when it came to Vegeta. He was unsure at times, and would fight me for more space if he felt claustrophobic.

He was very high-maintenance as well, and would often bite during sex if he felt neglected. Even if it was his idea, he demanded my complete attention, or he would get a little aggressive.

As long as I didn’t crush him beneath me, or stick my fingers anywhere they didn’t belong, he was usually alright with whatever I wanted to do.

I pinned him down with one arm, just in case he was in a biting mood. I kissed down his neck, over his shoulders, down his chest. I nipped at his abdomen, which had swollen just slightly.

He tried to sit up, but I held him down firmly. That might have agitated him, but he didn’t really react.

I pulled at his pants, which slipped off easily. He hardly ever wore underwear; he didn’t see a real need for them; so it was ‘easy access’ 24/7.

I began to undress myself, having to lean off him in order to all my clothes off.

He sat up at once and bit my chest. He never drew blood, but it did sting a little. I pressed him back down to the bed, holding down his chest with my knee.

When I had gotten my shirt off and pants nearly off, I lay back down next to him.

I kicked off my shoes, letting my pants fall off the side of the bed. His thighs came to rest on either sides of my hips, trying to draw me into him.

I pulled back, forcing him to release me, or risk us both falling off the bed. I grabbed his hips and flipped him onto his stomach. I loved the way his ass looked when he laid on his stomach. It became perfectly round, and I could see his birthmark easily.

He was trying to turn to look at me. I could feel that he was getting stressed. He knew what was to come.

I lifted him slightly and immediately pressed two fingers inside of him. I had no time to wet them, for he would have surly stopped me.

This was the best part of sex; when he was completely submissive. I know it sounds cruel, but there is a part of me that craves complete control, even if it meant hurting him a little.

He had gone rigid, like a cat when you pick them up by the scruff of their neck. Then he kicked me, striking my hip; just missing my goods. It was not a hard kick, he could not kick very hard in this awkward of a position; but it had meant to be.

“Kakorot,” He pleaded, but in a scolding tone. Soon he would not be able to take anymore. He would then lie still in the hope that I would withdraw.

As my fingers moved in and out of him, he twisted sharply. He kicked a few more times, before he eventually gave up. I had the feeling that he did sort of like it, but mostly he did not. I think he would miss it if I were to discontinue.

I nipped his perfect apple bottom with my teeth. The stillness what not as much fun as when he fought me, but it was still pretty enjoyable. I could feel his heartbeat through my fingers. It was not rapid, but more like he had forced himself to stay calm.

I withdrew, and he instantly relaxed. I flipped him back over before he had the chance to do it himself. He looked at me expectantly.

I could not think of anything more than burring myself within him. I was getting ready to when he did the most adorable thing ever. He sneezed. But it wasn’t a loud unattractive sneeze; it was more like a quick exhale of air, along with a tight squeezing of his eyes and the slight shaking of his head.

I stared at him for a long time, and then burst into laughter. He did not say anything in his defense. He simply waited for me to finish.

“What was that?” I finally managed to choke out.

He didn’t answer to this. “Are you done?”

“That was a very manly sneeze, Vegeta.” I said, trying to keep a strait face.

He rolled his eyes. He began to untangle himself from me.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry; I take it back. It was an adorable sneeze.”

This seemed to agitate him further.

I pinned him back down to the bed. He did not fight me, as I knew he wouldn’t, because he was just as willing to finish as I was.

He was still annoyed with me up until I entered him. Then he was too distracted to care anymore.

I began to move immediately at a slow, steady pace.

He growled after a few minutes and bit my neck. He wanted me to hurry up, but we both knew I wasn’t going to until I wanted to.

He pressed against me hard, legs pulling at me every time I pressed forward. Nails dug into my back, teeth nipped at anything within reach.

I sped up, unable to continue smoothly. I braced myself on either side of his head, continuing to roll my hips against his.

My breath came out in short gasps as I neared finishing, partially forgetting to breath.

By now we were slamming into each other as bone-crush speeds, it seemed, and still we both wanted more.

I whined, almost coming, but then managing to hold back a little longer. A full half a minute later, we came at the same time. The feeling was like non I could explain. We fit together perfectly, even though we were of the same sex.

I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with this man, and have this baby. I didn’t want to go back to my wife. I didn’t want Vegeta to go back to his. I didn’t want us to ever be apart again, even if it meant dying together.

If something where to happen to him, I knew the sorrow alone would kill me.

I pulled out gently and rolled off him. He was panting, as was I.

“I love you.” I said to him, expecting the same back.

He hesitated for a moment, which scared me. “I love you too, Kakorot.” This statement did not put me at ease. I knot filled my stomach. Was he unsure if he loved me?

I sat up. “What was that?”

He looked at me, unaware of what he had done. “I said I love you.”

“No, you hesitated. Why did you hesitate?”

“I didn’t hesitate.”

“Vegeta, I was there. It just happened three seconds ago.”

“I didn’t hesitate.” He insisted.

I didn’t feel like arguing with him. I lay back down and fell asleep. I would deal with the issue later.