A Light in the Darkness - Part 52: Never Forget Me
by Mia Skywalker & Wataruo

PAIRING: Vegeta/Bulma
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Some good old-fashioned lemonade with a sprinkle of B&V. ^_~
DISCLAIMER: Neither of us owns any of the DBZ characters or anything about DBZ, but we both wish we owned the Saiyans. All of them. At least all of the ones with hair. And yes, we're including Yamcha in that, now you know. These characters are owned by Toei, Viz, Akira Toriyama, and FUNimation, even though the last one is a crying shame. We do own what we've written here, and our specific storyline, just not Dragonball itself. We make no money off of any of these guys, nor off this fic. We just have fun writing it.
SUMMARY: Vegeta and Gohan try to keep Yamcha from thinking about Hakusai.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Thank you to TwoMoons for beta-ing this.

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Last time on Dragonball Z: A Light in the Darkness....

Chi-Chi learned something of Saiya-jin passions, and Goku learned how much Chi-Chi missed him while he was gone.

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"So is he cute?" Serori asked, poking her sister in the side. Hakusai was busy trying to see if she could get more speed out of the pod and succeeded, a little.

"Yes, he is," Hakusai said, a sappy smile spreading across her face. "He really is."

"Wow, you have it bad." Serori giggled. "He must be something."

Hakusai rolled her eyes. Her sister had been going on, talking almost non stop for six hours. Hakusai had managed to get her to be quiet for a few minutes when she gave her something to munch on, but that did not last long.

"I think I am going to put us to sleep for the rest of the trip home. "

"Why?" Serori asked.

"So it will go faster." Hakusai winked at her sister. She wasn't about to tell her that she was getting a huge headache from her incessant chatter.

"Okay! How long 'til we get there?" Serori asked settling down in the seat.

"We will be there in about twelve hours." Hakusai activated the sleep function and felt her eyes get heavy. She sat back in the seat and smiled down at her sister, hoping that Yamcha would like her as much as she did, before she fell asleep.

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Vegeta awoke at daybreak like he usually did. Habit, more than anything else, had kept the warrior awakening early even when he did not need to. Even though the sun was not yet all the way up, Vegeta leaned over and began nuzzling his mate's neck. Nothing would stop the warrior when he was feeling amorous, and for some reason that morning he was feeling unusually so. He nipped at Bulma's skin, caressed it with his tongue to get her to awaken.

Bulma stirred, feeling something wonderful snuggling against her. When she realized it was Vegeta, she stretched slightly and smiled, putting her arms around him. "Isn't it a little early?" she murmured curiously.

"No," he replied simply, as he moved his mouth to hers for a deep kiss. "Not at all." He ran his tongue over her lower lip before grazing it with his teeth. He kissed her lingeringly, then moved down her throat to lick the pulse in her neck.

Vegeta was moving slower than usual; he wanted to take his time and give her as much pleasure as he could. His hands slipped under her nightgown and pulled it off over her head.

He touched his mouth briefly to hers before lowering his head to her breast and toying with the nipple while his other hand kneaded the other. He smiled at her soft sighs of pleasure and continued his journey down her body, pausing to lick and nip at her skin as he did so.

He finally stopped and settled between her thighs to begin his explorations with his tongue. He was vaguely aware of Bulma's hands entangling in his hair as he licked her with long strokes and grazed her womanhood with his teeth.

Bulma moaned under his ministration, her legs parting and her knees lifting to allow him better access. He thrust his tongue deeply inside her, causing her to arch up into him. He smirked, then drew the jewel of her womanhood into his mouth and sucked lightly on it, enjoying the way she trembled under him, her hands clutching in his hair helplessly.

His tail reached up and brushed lightly over her nipples, causing them to harden at the sensuality of the velvet touch. He reached under her and lifted her slightly off the bed, which allowed him to delve even more deeply into her. She cried out then, and he felt the first wave of an orgasm begin for her. He continued to thrust into her and suck at her most tender spot, as wave after wave of orgasm continued to wash through her.

With a satisfied smirk, he waited until it began to die down, then slid up her, deliberately allowing his body to rub against her. She moaned as her now sensitive clitoris was further stimulated by the contact, and she writhed helplessly. Fully intending to take his time, he kissed her deeply and passionately, but didn't touch her otherwise, waiting until the quakes died down. Then he took a breast in one hand, teasing the nipple with a thumb.

Once again she began to squirm under him, but he wouldn't relieve the pressures that were building up in her again. He simply kissed her for a long time, teasing her nipples gently, until she was shaking with need and want. Then he entered her slowly and languorously, allowing her to feel every sensation as he did so. As she trembled with desperation, he moved gently inside of her, almost losing control himself as her wetness and warmth enveloped him.

He reached around with his tail, stroking the nipple of the breast that he wasn't currently kneading with his palm, and when she stroked his tail with her own hands he almost lost control. He barely managed to control it, as he moved his hand down to her womanhood, stroking the sensitive part of it as he continued to stroke inside of her with his manhood. When she finally climaxed again, he allowed himself to join her, losing himself inside of her softness, her warmth, and most of all, her encompassing love for him.

::Aishiteru Bulma-chan:: he thought at her once his brain began to function again. ::Aren't you glad I woke you?:: he asked smugly.

Bulma allowed her thoughts to drift for several minutes before she answered him. ::Of course I'm glad you woke me, Veggie-chan. How else are you going to get Yamcha out of the tank?::

Vegeta snorted against her shoulder. ::Brat:: he grumbled at her, kissing her shoulder once before rolling onto his back.

Bulma smiled, snuggling against him for several minutes, and then snapping awake once she realized she was starting to fall asleep. Somehow it was incredibly comfortable snuggling up against Vegeta, something which relaxed her so completely that she just wanted to stay there forever. ::Maybe someday we will:: she thought happily, then suddenly wondered where that thought had come from.

She sat upright and stretched, trying to wake up. She looked down to see Vegeta staring at her, and she smiled. "Come on, Vegeta. Time to get up, isn't it?"

"I suppose," he agreed, eyeing her body appreciatively before sitting up. Then he leaned over, pressed a kiss to her forehead and got out of bed and stretched. "Can't let him sit in that tank all day can we?" he asked.

"I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate it." The two of them got dressed and went downstairs, and helped Yamcha out of the tank. He was less embarrassed at Bulma seeing him without any clothes now, knowing that she'd now seen him that way several times. Once again a memory of Hakusai rose in his mind, and as he could feel an overwhelming despair begin to drown him again, subconsciously suppressed the thought.

Gohan bounced downstairs as they were sitting down to eat; count on a Saiyan to know when food was ready. After the four of them had eaten, the three Saiyans went out to play once more, and Bulma left again to study more about DNA and chemistry.

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Vegeta snorted. The Saiyan Prince was sitting down on a nearby boulder under the pretense of watching Gohan and Yamcha spar, when in all actuality what Vegeta was doing was taking a break. Yamcha had improved again, much to the smaller man's irritation, and now Vegeta was going to have to train twice as hard to keep ahead of him. He had no doubt that Yamcha could one day outdo him, if he let him. But Vegeta decided that after dinner, he was going to train in the high gravity room. He was not about to let two warriors outdo him. It was bad enough that he had been beaten by Kakarot; he was not going to let a half-Saiyan get stronger than he was, as well.

'Take a break brat!" he called out to Gohan, who also seemed to been having a hard time keeping up with Yamcha that day.

Gohan nodded, slightly relieved. He smiled at Yamcha tiredly. "You're getting stronger, Yamcha-san," he commented, before he flew down to join Vegeta. The older Saiyan noted that the little boy was panting heavily, and not bothering to hide it. "Hi, Vegeta-san," he said wearily, as he sat down. He looked up at where Yamcha was still hovering in the air, considering something thoughtfully. "He's getting stronger, Vegeta-sama," he noted quietly.

"I have noticed. But we need to keep him busy," Vegeta commented. "We should head back for lunch, though. He will need to eat again." ::I wish my sister would get back:: he groused to himself. ::Then I won't have to baby-sit him any longer.::

Gohan looked at Vegeta curiously. "Why?" he asked bluntly.

"Why what?" Vegeta replied, scowling down at Gohan.

"Why do you need to keep him busy?"

"He is going through a kind of withdrawal, brat," Vegeta said. "Say nothing to him. This is something he needs to figure out on his own."

"Oh." Gohan looked thoughtful, then looked up at Vegeta curiously. "Bonding withdrawal?" he asked with a perceptiveness that startled Vegeta. "Does that mean Hakusai doesn't like him?"

"It means that he needs her here. I don't know if she likes him. She may, she may not," Vegeta said thoughtfully.

"Oh." Gohan continued to watch Yamcha, who seemed to be trying out some katas in midair. "I hope she does. She's nice. If he marries her, won't he be related to you?"

"Yes, he will be," Vegeta admitted.

"He'll be a Prince too, then, won't he? Because Hakusai's a Princess." He frowned. "But maybe it doesn't work that way on Vegeta-sei."

"Yes, he will be considered a prince," Vegeta said thoughtfully. "But it really doesn't matter now. Vegeta-sei does not exist any longer."

Gohan remained silent for several minutes. "Well," he said finally, breaking the silence. "Maybe Vegeta-sei doesn't, but Saiyans do. There's me and daddy and Yamcha and Hakusai, and now even Yamcha's two brothers. Maybe even more! Other Saiyans could have escaped Frieza. You were a prisoner of Frieza's. How did Nappa escape? And my uncle Radditz?"

"We didn't escape," Vegeta said, watching Yamcha. "We worked for him, biding our time until I was strong enough to kill him." Vegeta turned his gaze to Gohan's. "Your father beat me to it though."

Gohan frowned. "But Nappa and Radditz weren't on Vegeta-sei, right? They were somewhere else? Didn't all Saiyans used to conquer other planets for Frieza? Couldn't other Saiyans have been on other planets when Frieza blew up Vegeta-sei? Couldn't some of them still be alive? Like my daddy, and Yamcha's mother, and Radditz and Nappa, right?"

"Anything is possible," Vegeta agreed. "Frieza was bound to miss a few of us."

Gohan beamed happily at him. "Then there are still more Saiyans out there! Maybe we can make a new Vegeta-sei! And make it different, so people are happy, and we don't all kill people all the time! My daddy can help you with that, Vegeta. And Bulma and Yamcha can, too!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I doubt that very much brat. Some people can't change. Especially the older soldiers. The younger ones..." Vegeta shrugged. "Will most likely stay wherever it is they are."

Gohan looked down at the ground, slightly subdued. "You've changed, Vegeta," he said softly. "You're not the way you used to be."

Vegeta was about to deny it, but snapped his mouth shut. Gohan was right; he had changed, softened a bit. And if his hunch was right, this was the very reason that Yamcha's mother had left Earth. But Vegeta wouldn't leave. He had too much here he wanted to keep, and some things were worth changing for. "Maybe," was all he said and stood up abruptly. "Let's head back for lunch." Not only was Vegeta starving, but he missed one of the reasons he stayed on Earth. "Yamcha. We are heading back," he informed him. "Let's go."

Yamcha paused, startled, in mid-kata. "All right," he said, instinctively acquiescing to the older man's authority. It never even occurred to him to question Vegeta's leadership, just as he'd never really questioned Goku's most of the time. But Vegeta was even more of a natural leader than Goku was. Although Goku could inspire people, and get them to trust him, he lacked either the will or the intelligence to be a truly strong leader.

The three Saiyans headed back to the Capsule Corp for lunch, and were greeted by Bulma and both of the Briefs, who were already at the table.

Vegeta, once he was seated at the table, dove into his food with his usual exuberance, and watched Yamcha out of the corner of his eye. Although he was eating, he did not seem to be paying much attention to the conversation going on around him. Gohan was chattering away about whatever it is that children seemed to like to discuss with Bulma's parents, with Bulma chiming in with her own comments from time to time, but all Yamcha did was poke at his food as if it was going to attack him at any moment.

Vegeta decided that to keep the other man distracted would be the best course. It seemed that every time Yamcha had time to himself, he withdrew more and that was a little alarming. Vegeta was not much of a conversationalist so he decided that he needed to hurry things up and get Yamcha back to sparring before he became more despondent than he already seemed to be.

::Sorry to eat and run, woman:: he told his mate. ::But I need to keep distracting Yamcha. I swear I'll make it up to you.::

Vegeta stood up once Yamcha had eaten enough, and commanded. "Let's go, we don't want to waste the light." He paused by Bulma's chair to press a kiss to her forehead before heading outdoors to wait for the others to catch up with him.

::That's all right:: Bulma replied. ::Some of us actually do work around here.::

Gohan wolfed down a few more bites, and then grabbed an armful of calzones before heading out after Vegeta. Yamcha shook his head with a smile and joined the other two Saiyans, and they took off back towards their training field.

For the rest of the afternoon and into the evening the three Saiyans sparred, extremely content on beating the living hell out of each other. Gohan and Vegeta exchanged looks throughout the workout, both thinking the same thing. Yamcha was stronger, faster and was picking up new techniques. Vegeta could only hope that it was enough to keep him occupied.

The three probably would've sparred forever if their stomachs had not interfered. The group headed home to find Bulma waiting, and already eating, when they arrived.

"So did you find anything else out, woman?" Vegeta asked around a mouthful of food.

Bulma rolled her eyes and sighed. "Bulma. B-U-L-M-A. I know that's difficult for you to remember, with your tiny pea-sized brain, but it IS my name. Not woman, Bulma. And can you PLEASE learn not to talk with your mouth full? It's barbaric. Of course, I forgot; you are a barbarian." She gave a long-suffering sigh. "Yes, I've gathered up a lot of data. She did store Yamcha's and the other two boys' DNA patterns in her databanks. As fascinating as I find the rest of the data in her computers, though, I'm not going to keep going through it at the moment. I have the information I need, and I'm going to try to build a scanner that will compare anyone's DNA patterns to the two that she had listed for Yamcha's brothers."

Bulma was silent for a moment as she ate another bite and thought carefully. "The only problem," she said, once she'd swallowed, "is that I'm not sure if it will have any sort of range, or if we'll need to somehow get a hair, skin, or blood sample of anyone to test it. That can be difficult. I'm not sure people are going to be willing to let me draw their blood for this."

"What if you were putting bandages on people? When they get hurt, I mean? You'll be able to get stuff then, right?" Gohan piped up.

Bulma blinked. "That's a good idea, Gohan. I guess I can do it." She looked at her mother. "You have medical training as well. Would you be willing to help?"

Mrs. Briefs looked thoughtfully at Yamcha. Bulma had clued her in on everything that they were doing. She smiled her usual vacuous smile. "Of course I'll help you! Yamcha-chan needs to find his brothers! You just need to make some scanners now. Right, Bulma-chan?"

Bulma nodded. Her mother's continuous act at being an idiot sometimes confused her. "Yes. I guess I'll make several of them."

"How long will that take, when we only have five more days?" Vegeta asked. "You will be up all night working on those things." He didn't know what bothered him more, the fact that the scanners weren't started or the fact that she would be neglecting him again.

Bulma considered this as they continued to eat. This time they were having Swedish food. Bulma was in a very international mood that day, and decided to foist her desires on everyone else. "Well," she said thoughtfully. "I'm using the pattern for my dragonradars, and just modifying the scanning equipment a little. It shouldn't take me that long. You boys are gone all day, that should give me plenty of time to make these. I'll probably have four or five of them by the time of the Budokai. I'm not sure we'll need that many, but it can't hurt."

Yamcha stood up abruptly, his face turning towards the side of the house. Without a word he strode out the door, as though heading for something in particular.

The others gaped after him in surprise. "What was that all about?" Bulma asked in confusion.

Vegeta concentrated on the direction that Yamcha had stared in and then grinned. "Hakusai is back," Vegeta said digging into his food. "At least he will settle down now."

Bulma stared at him in surprise. "Well, if she's back, we should find out what happened, shouldn't we?" She was also worried that Yamcha might end up going through what she and Vegeta had, if Hakusai didn't feel the same way for him. "Let's go meet her." She got up and headed for the front door.

Vegeta shoveled the last of his dinner in his mouth and stood up. "We will just be in the way," Vegeta said as he followed her out the door. "They are going to be completely oblivious to our presence."

Bulma blinked at him in confusion. "We need to greet them, Vegeta. It's only polite." She looked around. "Where are they?"

"About a mile in that direction," Vegeta said. "I assume she didn't want to come down too close to the house."

Bulma frowned when she realized that Vegeta wasn't going to be helpful, and de-capsulated an air bike. "Fine. You can wait here if you want, but I'm going to meet her." She revved the engine and took off.

Vegeta sighed and took to the air following his mate. Since Bulma was insisting to go and greet them he had no choice but to go with her.

To be continued.....

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And in the next exciting episode of DragonBall Z: A Light in the Darkness... Hakusai returns.