Lower Instinct - beginning of vegebul (+ gochi, tienlaunch)

BAM! (vegebul)

//That ridiculous woman! Why... why did I just...? What had she done to me...?//
"HNGH!!" An angry sound escaped Vegeta's throat as he reached out and then pulverized a nearby rock with a ki blast. Countless boulders whizzed through the air, and he didn't mind being hit by a few. They just bounced off his steeled body anyway.
Vegeta was in the barren, rocky wasteland where he had fought Goku for the very first time. He kept coming back to this place - whether for training or if he simply wanted to be alone, far away from the city noise and the many people who got on his nerves over time. Unfortunately, one of these people was bothering him more than he would have liked... And it had to stop now!
//That was a mistake!!// he scolded himself. //I should never have let her get that close to me!! I should never have slept--//
He shut his eyes angrily and shook his head, because he couldn't let the memories catch up with him again! He couldn't let them distract him again! Since that night he had been unable to concentrate more and more. Images have been haunting his head ever since, sensations coursing through his limbs, blood pooling in parts he couldn't use it... Every fiber in his body was screaming for a repeat. Begged, pleaded.
And that almost drove him insane!
"HRRRGH!!" He growled angrily again and blasted the nearest innocent rock with a ki blast. "I can't get anything done here!!!"
He screamed out his anger, but that didn't mean it left him. After the first ki explosion, the second followed, then inevitably the third, and within a few seconds Vegeta found himself in a frenzy, in which he constantly fired the barren rocks around him. And above the rushing and thundering soundscape came a piercing, angry scream.
"YEAAAAAAH!!"
Yes, Vegeta screamed as if he had lost his mind. Luckily, his victims were just lifeless rocks...
A gigantic cloud of dust had formed around him, and as the noise seemed to die down, it settled again, revealing the trigger at its center. Hard breathing, Vegeta stared down at his clenched fists.
//I was so close...!// he thought sullenly as he recalled the moment he had almost managed to transform into a Super Saiyan. Back then in gravity space. Shortly after Bulma gave him that one crucial clue.

"Maybe don't think about it too much and just do it..."

And while Vegeta might have made some progress by following this advice, he felt nothing but hatred now when he thought back on it. Deep, burning hatred for Bulma. To her voice in his head. The memory of her face. And her scent... But much more of himself, of his own damn weakness that he clearly had for her!
//No. No, never... I don't care about that woman... She's just getting in my way!//
He clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on the backs of his hands stood out, even under the white gloves.
//Never in my life was she my motivation! That was me! I'm all alone!!//
His whole expression became more and more angry, the lines between his eyebrows became deeper, his pupils smaller, he ground his teeth more and more violently. He was so angry he was shaking. And then he jerked his head up and roared at the sky like a madman,
"THAT WAS ENTIRELY MY MERIT!!"
He stretched out both arms in a jerky motion, opened his palms and created a shock wave that pulverized everything around him.
"I DON'T NEED ANYONE'S HELP!!"
His angry voice was actually able to drown out the tremendous noise that surrounded him again.
The pure anger in Vegeta had returned.
...

"Bulma honey, is everything alright in there?"
"One moment, mother. I--"
"Are you still feeling so bad? Should I call a doctor?"
...
"Bulma?"
...
"Honey?"
When Mrs. Briefs didn't get any further reaction from her daughter, she was slowly but surely getting a little nervous. She put both hands to her cheeks and looked around for a strong employee who could have broken down the bathroom door if necessary.
But fortunately it wasn't because the next moment Bulma spoke up again. Albeit a bit too harsh.
"Just leave me alone for a moment, okay?!"
Mrs. Briefs flinched, startled, but her expression was carefree as usual. "Allright! Just let me know if you need anything, okay?" she trilled happily through the door. "An anti-diarrhea or maybe tampons?"
Normally, Bulma would have yelled out the door on the spot, face flushed with shame and anger. However, she didn't feel the slightest bit like getting artificially upset at the moment. Because she was already excited more than enough. She sat on the edge of the bathtub and kept glancing at her watch. Looking up from it, fiddled with it nervously, cleared her throat, then looked back at her watch. One more time. And one more time.
And when the agonizing minutes of waiting finally came to an end, she took a deep breath before finally getting up and walking over to the sink. Slowly she reached out for the pink pregnancy test - took another deep breath, eyes closed - and finally looked at it.
Certainly Bulma stared down at it for a full ten seconds without making a sound, without a movement in her face, expression completely petrified.
But then, very gradually, her face began to turn blue and one corner of her mouth began to twitch nervously and didn't want to stop.
//I-It can't be true...//
She was still in the same position, standing like a mannequin, staring down at her pregnancy test in disbelief.
//That's... t-that's--//
"Oh dear, I'm sorry to bother you again!" Mrs. Briefs's voice came through the bathroom door again. "But I just couldn't sit still. I quickly sent the express drone to the pharmacy and got you some medicine. And a pack of tampons to be on the safe side. You never know!"
And while her mother was still speaking, Bulma, slowly and without blinking, turned her face towards the door, frozen in shock.
"N-No," she then babbled under her breath. "I don't need t-tampons..."
"What did you say?"
Mrs. Briefs looked surprised when her daughter suddenly opened the door. And when she noticed her completely diffuse look, she could only tilt her head questioningly.
"I don't need tampons," Bulma repeated in an understandable volume now. And while she appeared to be staring right through her mother, she held the positive pregnancy test up at eye level. "For 9 months now."
The small box promptly fell out of Mrs. Briefs's hands, because she had to press them to her cheeks immediately, whereby her mouth twisted into an ecstatic, "UHH!"
Bulma was still staring through her. She was completely beside herself.
"Oh, that is sooo wonderful!!" her mother burst out happily and that caused Bulma to blink and focus her vision again.
"What? Hell no!!" she contradicted her immediately. "No, that's NOT wonderful! Not in a million years! H-how could I have been so careless? How could WE be so careless?!"
"We? Oh yes!" Mrs. Briefs tapped her lip with her index finger. "Tell me, who is the father anyway?" And then she just spoked out her guess completely bluntly, "It's Vegeta, am I right?"
Bulma's eyes popped instantly, causing her mother to giggle behind her hand.
"Oh honey, I'm your mother. Do you think I didn't noticed about your secret dalliance...? Besides, it was nearly impossible not to hear you two."
This statement hit Bulma like a slap in the face - which also immediately turned red. She would have preferred to sunk into the ground on the spot.
But then a glimmer of hope appeared on her metaphorical horizon and she put both hands on her hips and called out nervously, "Oh you mean our quarrel the other day outside the main gate, don't you? Yeah, maybe I should have held back a bit..."
Mrs. Briefs looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Huh? No, I mean your sex."
Bulma's face literally exploded with embarrassment.
GOOD GRIEF! Couldn't this woman have just grasped at that obvious straw for the sake of her daughter?! Sometimes Bulma seriously wondered what she was thinking when she made her innocent statements... But probably, nothing.
Hard to say which was more embarrassing now: the fact that her mother had overheard her having sex with Vegeta or the fact that she was so blunt about it.
Bulma had put both hands in front of her bright red face.
But that really didn't matter anyway. Because that sex with "Oh my gosh" Vegeta - whether it made her feel ashamed or not - had gotten her--
"Oh gosh," she just repeated again, because she just couldn't think straight anymore. "Oh my gosh..."
She ran her hands down her face, inevitably pulling a silly grimace.
And then all of a sudden, in one swift movement, she flexed both arms, clenched her fists, and blared out in complete hysterics,
"How potent is this guy anyway?! Yamcha and I didn't use contraception who knows how often and NOTHING! NADA! Then I sleep with this monkey prince and BAM! Pregnant! Awesome! AWESOME!! What should I do now?! What am I supposed to doooo?! Aaagh!!"
In a wave of sheer desperation, she tore through her lush, turquoise hair, squinted, and shifted from one foot to the other.
Then suddenly Mrs. Briefs clasped her hands.
"First of all," she spoke to her daughter in a very gentle tone, looking into her eyes. "You calm down."
This was one of those rare moments when she could see Mr. Briefs's blue eyes. And that look and her mother's soft voice actually seemed to calm down Bulma a little.
At least for one moment.
Because next Mrs. Briefs let go of her hands and asked her in all seriousness,
"So, can I tell Vegeta? I am so happy to finally officially welcome him to our family!"
//And then, as his mother-in-law, I finally have the right to pinch his sweet little butt, ho ho ho!//
"ARE YOU COMPLETELY NUTS?!"
But the next moment the attention of both women was drawn to the open window, from where the typical sound of a person flying towards them could be heard.
//Oh great, speaking of which,// Bulma thought a little bitterly.
"All right," Mrs. Briefs relented lightheartedly. "Then you tell him!"
Bulma kept her gaze on the open window while her mother turned around, hands clasped by her face, already fully immersed in her upcoming role as grandmother.
"Oh, I'm really looking forward to furnishing the children's room! I already have an excellent idea for the wallpaper!"
Bulma's forehead covered a thick bead of sweat. Not only because of her mother's effusive ramblings, but also because she now had a damn difficult task ahead of her. Because now it was time to inform the father-to-be.


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