Another month passed and still the woman said nothing to him though the chi inside her grew daily. He could already feel how strong his child would be. The woman was exhausted and more nights of only cuddling and sleeping together gave Vegeta hope, even if he also wanted to fuck her senseless constantly. He loved caring for her too. He'd taken to bringing her coffee in bed in the mornings, decaf, after reading that the effects of caffeine on in utero infants weren't well understood. She complained about being tired whether she had caffeine or not, so he figured there was no harm.
As the first month after he scented her pregnancy came to a close, he began bringing her breakfast in bed too. She didn't have the morning sickness that he had also read about the weakling humans having, but she felt better if she ate right away. The woman also gave him such sweet smiles and kisses and cuddles when he brought her food like that, that he thought he might just keep doing it, whether she was with child or not. It amazed him that such simple things brought her such pleasure. It also made him hate his predecessor even more.
The woman's attitude changed, however, and that worried Vegeta. She became anxious and he often caught her staring at him contemplatively. He supposed she was trying to decide whether to ask him to be her protector. When he was feeling more prone to fantasy and optimism, he wondered if perhaps she was contemplating taking him as a mate. Undoubtedly she was waiting to discuss the pregnancy with him until she had made her decision.
The second month was almost through and her belly had rounded nicely, her breasts were fuller, but the words he wanted to hear didn't come. He began to despair as her attitude became more distant and he now often caught her looking at him with some inscrutable expression. More than once she had elected to sleep in her own room, leaving Vegeta to panic his entire night away, never sleeping a moment.
After two nights in a row of sleeping in her own room, Vegeta approached her after dinner, intent on kissing and showing her his love and affection in a final desperate bid to prove his worthiness. She placed a hand on his chest to deflect him and said, "Vegeta…we need to talk."
"Very well, woman. Would you like to talk here or elsewhere?" They were standing in the main kitchen and he hoped she would say they could stay, that it would be a minor disagreement. That perhaps she had discovered his coffee subterfuge.
"No…let's…let's go to your room."
Vegeta didn't like the sound of "your room" as it was "their room" over the past couple months. It didn't bode well. Vegeta was startled how distressed the idea of Kakarot being his offspring's protector made him. To the point that Vegeta was afraid he might have a melt-down. He breathed deeply as they walked toward his room.
He twined his fingers with hers and she stared at their hands for a moment. He swallowed hard. She looked as though it might be the last time she saw such a sight. Vegeta blinked away tears, determined to hold on until the last on the off chance he had misread her mood and decision.
Once they were in his room, she flopped on her back on his bed, crossing her feet at the ankles. She wore a dress that was unusual for her in that it didn't hug all her lovely curves. It tucked in under her ripe, perfect breasts, then flared out in a soft billow down to the middle of her thighs.
"Vegeta…I…Fuck. Look. I don't know how this happened. I've been on the pill for forever and I guess maybe I should have talked to ChiChi, but she can be such a prude, so I just…I guess…I guess I just didn't use condoms even though you were a space-slut—"
"What?! Condoms? Space-slut? Why…I thought…Didn't you say that word is a pejorative?"
"Well, yes, but…um, not…not always. Don't sidetrack me with your alien bullshit," the woman said with a shaky breath.
"Sidetrack you from what?" Vegeta said, his stomach turning to anxious fire as he waited for her verdict.
"So…it seems that the pill failed."
"What pill? What are you talking about?"
"My birth control pills."
"I…" Vegeta stopped to digest what she'd said. "You were taking some sort of prophylactic?" His stomach twisted and burned and ached. This was not a possibility he had even considered. "You didn't wish to become pregnant? What…why…why did you do what you did, then?" Vegeta blinked at her. Why had she come to him in heat, eager to be bred, wanting sex after ignoring him for years, if not to become pregnant?
Vegeta stared, almost stunned into complete silence. Every thought in his mind had been based around that simple belief: the woman had wanted him to put a baby in her belly. If that wasn't the case, Vegeta felt…adrift. Would she abort? Why had she waited so long? It was easier to force the miscarriage earlier and would only become more difficult the longer she waited. Why had she tormented him with her heat? Why did she come to him then and only then?
The woman stammered, "Wait, you sound like you know I'm pregnant?! What do you mean? What did I do?"
"You came to me to be bred, yes?" Vegeta said, warily sitting next to her on the bed.
She sat bolt upright and glared at him. "To be fucking bred? What am I, livestock? You fucking asshole! Did you mean to knock me up? You did it on purpose?! How long have you known?"
Vegeta's eyebrows shot up in bewilderment. He had no idea what was occurring. He loved the woman and wanted to give her a strong child. He thought that was the only reason she had sex with him to begin with and that upon discovering his sexual prowess, she decided to allow him to continue fucking her. He couldn't interpret her anger now, or her meaning. He shook his head and said, "But…I…well…if…if you were taking a prophylactic…how? I knew months ago when I first felt the baby's chi, I assumed you did too! I…Bulma…" He had almost never used her name outside the throes of ecstasy, but he hoped it would soften her demeanor toward him.
"Did you breed me on purpose!?" she shrieked.
Vegeta, seeing and hearing and feeling her rage and her hatred, wanted the answer to be no. He wished that he hadn't meant to impregnate her now that he saw how unhappy he'd made her. Vegeta's heart thundered. He was a shit liar under the best circumstances. He searched her eyes. "Did…did…did you not…not…not intend for that to happen?" Vegeta said in a choked voice, "You…why…why did you come to me when you did?"
"You stupid, arrogant, mother-fucking piece of alien trash!" the woman shouted and shoved herself up off their bed. No. His bed. "I cannot fucking believe you got me pregnant on purpose. Bred! Bred, like a fucking pedigreed bitch. Oh my fucking gods. Oh my gods. I'm…I'm so young. And you're you, so I'll be on my own, fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The woman paced, running a hand through her hair.
The words "on my own" were like a dagger to the tiny, soft bit of soul that Vegeta had left. The only part of himself that remained capable of love bled out and died as those words stabbed the remnant of his soul over and over. He watched her and felt how she hated him for this thing he did because he thought she wanted it.
"Why don't you just abort it if…if…if it was…a…a…an error?" Vegeta said, the last word almost sending his tears spilling out of him.
"Oh, yeah, you cry. Fucking perfect. Like it even effects you. How can you tell me to get an abortion in such a blasé tone? You fucking jerk!" she snarled and crossed her arms above her belly.
Vegeta didn't know if he was misunderstanding her language again or if there was some fundamental difference in biology at play. Vegeta said warily, "When you say get an 'abortion,' what do you mean? Why do you not just abort it yourself?"
"So I should just coat-hanger myself in the closet? Fucking hell, Vegeta, what other women have you bred that that even crosses your mind!?" The woman's eyes were pure hate as they landed on his.
Vegeta cringed internally, but held himself upright, trying to have some pride despite the death of his soul, the aching hollowness in his chest that this was her response to their child together.
Vegeta didn't know what 'coat-hangering' was, but he supposed he could finish their conversation before he left. He knew what a hanger was, and an unpleasant possibility came to mind when she mentioned that as a means for aborting a fetus. "Saiyans that lost a protector or mate early in a pregnancy often chose to abort. It was easier on their body earlier in the pregnancy. A few hours spent in the bathroom and that was the end of it. There was no…equipment…involved, and no hangers anywhere… Do…can…can humans…not?" Vegeta asked, trying not to set her off again.
"What?! Saiyans…Saiyans can just…decide…to miscarry?"
"They have spontaneous miscarriage as well, but if circumstances change or the baby was conceived in…error…yes, they simply abort. You…humans…humans can't do this?"
"No, Vegeta, humans cannot fucking do that. I have to go to a clinic and they have to scrape it out of me. Which is still on the table. I just don't know what to fucking do. Fuck. This is a shitty situation to have a baby. Maybe I should just have an abortion."
Vegeta didn't know what to say. He wanted the woman to be happy. Beyond that, he had no specific goals. "You don't want to have my baby, I take it, from your…outburst?" Vegeta said, making his voice flat and affectless in an attempt to avoid crying.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't know, Vegeta. I didn't intend to have a baby at all!"
"Well why the fuck did you come to me eager for sex, looking at me naked like you wanted to eat me alive when you were in godsdamned heat!? I just assumed. I obviously made an enormous error in judgement, but that is how it's done amongst Saiyans! A female in heat doesn't approach a male and fuck him and then get angry when she becomes pregnant! That is the only possible outcome of fucking while you're in heat! So why did you do that? How was I to know you didn't wish to be impregnated? You didn't even tell me to pull out! I assumed you wanted a strong son, like Gohan, that you maybe didn't care for me, but could at least see the merits of my genes!"
The woman snarled, "You knew I was in heat?"
Vegeta was so taken aback, again, that he almost burst out laughing. "My olfaction is far superior to human's, so of course I knew you were in heat. I have hard time believing that the weakling can't even smell when you're in heat! You didn't answer my question—why didn't you at least tell me to pull out if you were just horny from your heat and had no wish to bear my offspring?" Vegeta crossed his arms tightly. On top of his broken heart that she didn't care for him even enough to want to be bred, he was surprisingly upset that he wouldn't get to have a child. Vegeta was over thirty and might well die in battle within the year, he had hoped to at least leave an heir. Like fucking Kakarot would leave an heir.
The woman stared at him and screamed. Vegeta covered his ears and winced. "Stop that! Stop it! What the fuck, Bulma!?" Vegeta shouted.
She heaved for breath. "I knew I never should have gotten involved with you! It is fucking maddening to speak with you half the time. It's like we speak the same words, but they don't mean the same things! Fucking ridiculous! I can't believe you knew I was in heat. I didn't even know I had heats."
Vegeta gaped and spluttered, "W-w-what? You…you don't even know when you're fertile? But…but…but that just…that's absurd! And I try my best with this infernal fucking planet and it's myriad languages. If I'm so fucking maddening, I'll fucking go!"
Vegeta chose then to not care. She would abort it and he would move on with his life. He didn't need to stay and do anything for this worthless fucking planet with its genitalia-linked colors and its shame about bodily functions and his heat-hounding, hateful, but beautiful and intelligent and wonderful and kind blue-haired woman. He hated Earth and it was time to go. Time to go and never look back.
He darted around the room gathering a few things at a speed she likely wouldn't see. He had heard the woman and her father discussing the spaceship being operational except for a few systems checks that needed doing.
He paused on the balcony. Her beautiful turquoise eyes searched for a moment before finding him. His tears at last broke free, fully free, and he hissed, "And fuck you! Fuck you for fucking dissecting me! For fucking prying the worst thing in my whole fucking life out of me and then…then…just…just for nothing! You broke me open and tore out my insides for nothing! Fuck you for tearing open all my wounds just to do this! Just to, just to, just to hate me for doing what I thought was what you wanted! Fuck you and your godsdamned ridiculous species with its…its…its shitty olfaction and its…its…its completely arbitrary rules about everything! You were the only reason I found this planet bearable! Only you. So fuck you, Bulma. Go get your fucking coat-hanger or whatever it is you wish to do and be completely free from me since I'm so fucking maddening! You must've gotten bored with your Saiyan cock project. Go find a new fucking project!"
Vegeta rocketed to the ship though he heard her screaming something behind him. He couldn't bear to look at her again. He couldn't hear any more disgust and disdain about bearing his child. He couldn't look in those beautiful eyes and see hatred and rage and distrust.
Vegeta readied the overly complicated, primitive ship, checked to make sure no one was in the vicinity, and primed the engine. After only a few moments, it was ready. He yanked the throttle and hauled ass at an angle to escape the atmosphere. He didn't know where he would go. He didn't care. There was nothing left for him in the entire fucking universe. Perhaps he would fly to the void of interstellar space if the Earth tech could make it, and he would simply step into the airlock and open the door. He should have done so long ago and saved everyone a lot of trouble.
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