Don't Forget About Us

Chapter One: Passion

Edited on 11/5/15, PLEASE READ THIS IT'S IMPORTANT! Hello, so as I have stated on my profile, I have been reported to the administrators for posting MA rated content, and in order to keep my account on here, I must edit all of my fics containing lemons, or else they will be deleted altogether. I reaaaally don't want to do this, but I have to. This story, in it's complete, uncensored format, is posted on my Archive of Our Own account under my username Im_Still_So_Deep

I apologize for the inconvenience, and it sucks that I am no longer allowed to post lemons on here. :(

A/N: Well, this was an idea I've had in my head since I was 13, and it took me ten years to get around to typing it (hint as to why it gets its title from a Mariah Carey song from 2005 lol). But better late than never, right? This will be a multi-chapter fic, and each chapter will center around different memories Bulma and Vegeta remember about each other throughout their relationship as they go through periods of separation throughout the Buu saga (my personal favorite saga so that's another reason I wanted to write this). I hope you enjoy this first chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters.

Vegeta released a harsh breath as he stared at the pink tub of lard that approached him with a smile that could be described as a mix of malice and innocence, oddly enough. He had just finished talking with Piccolo, who had informed him of what his fate would be if he did not survive this upcoming fight with Majin Buu. Yet, for some reason, Vegeta didn't fret about the possibility of spending an eternity in hell. He was certainly not ready for his life to be over, but if this attack he was about to launch was the only way to rid the world of this bubblegum-freak, then he would accept his destination in the afterlife. He knew he didn't deserve to go to a better place, especially after the repulsive behavior he had exhibited earlier that day at the tournament, where he had killed all those innocent people without hesitation.

He had thought that falling under Babidi's mind control and going back to his old, cruel ways was what his heart truly yearned for. It didn't take him too long to realize that he had made a mistake. He found that acting so recklessly and hardhearted in the same manner he used to had only left him with that same empty feeling that used to plague him before he came to Earth and met. . .her. His priorities had changed, and he could never fully return to being the wicked warrior he was previously; it no longer felt rewarding to him.

This was the first time in his entire existence that he could remember thinking about somebody other than himself. He had always been solely concerned with his own desires and needs; he was a mighty prince, and everyone else was beneath him. Emotions and attachments had always been seen as a weakness from his perspective, and he never wanted to change and 'soften' up. But he had, big time. And for a long while, he despised this transformation he had undergone gradually these last few years. He hated how he had settled into a comfortable life on Earth, which was the last place he ever thought he would adapt to. He hated how he had allowed a human woman to get inside his heart and break down the icy barriers surrounding it. He thought that falling under Babidi's spell would remedy all these feelings and emotions he had developed while living on this shit-hole planet, and that he could freely go back to not giving a damn about anyone or anything. What he wasn't ready for was how much of a conscience he had developed these last few years; senseless violence didn't bring him the same thrill like it used to. He could now admit that he was forever changed by the love that both Bulma and Trunks had shown him, and that they truly did mean more to him than anything else; he now had no shame in confessing that.

"How did I get to this point?" Vegeta mused to himself as his eyes narrowed at Majin Buu, who was taunting him with some gibberish. "What led me to be willing to sacrifice myself for my son. . .and for Bulma? At first, she meant nothing to me. Absolutely nothing. She was just at the right place at the right time. . ."

*flashback to the three year time period before the Androids' arrival*

"What a long day!" Bulma sighed as she exited her lab, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. She had spent all day working on blueprints for some new inventions that her father had assigned to her while he was out of town for the weekend with her mother, and she was eager to take a nice, long shower to reward herself for a hard day's work. As she walked upstairs to her bathroom, she became aware of how quiet the house was without her parents; it was slightly eerie walking down a dark hallway while being home alone. But she wasn't truly alone. A certain Saiyan Prince was lurking around somewhere, either in the kitchen or in the Gravity Room, since the only two things he ever did was train and eat. And sometimes sleep, but that was a very rare occurrence. She wondered if he ever got bored with his usual routine, especially since he kept to himself most of the time.

"Nah, I'm sure he likes being a loner," she mumbled to herself as she made her way into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She strolled over to the shower and turned it on, testing the temperature of the water with her hand until it was practically scalding, which to her was the perfect temperature. A hot shower was one of her most favorite things; she found it soothing. She stripped out of her clothes and carelessly tossed them into the laundry hamper before practically jumping into the steaming shower.

She stood directly under the showerhead, contentedly welcoming the warm water that cascaded off of her peachy skin. She then reached for her bottle of shampoo and lathered it up in her hands, evenly distributing it throughout her dampened turquoise locks. Her mind began to wander as she continued to massage her scalp, thinking about the way her life was going. All of her friends were constantly training for the battle with the Androids that were destined to attack in a couple of years, and because of that she never got to have much of a social life since everyone was too busy training. Also, three months ago she had decided to end things for good with Yamcha after accepting the fact that their relationship had run its course. They just no longer connected like they used to when they were younger, and she knew her decision was for the best.

Yamcha would always be her friend, since they had been on so many adventures together, but they just didn't work as a couple, and they both knew it was time to move on. She had always been very independent and didn't rely on a man for her happiness, so she wasn't too distraught about her newfound single status. Still, she did miss having the company of a man in her life, but there really wasn't anyone out there who appealed to her that much. Well. . .there was someone, but he never gave her the time of day, and probably never would.

"I don't need to be thinking about that stupid, arrogant jerk anyway!" she mentally scolded herself as she rinsed the last of the shampoo out of her hair and turned the water off. She ringed out her medium-length locks before opening the shower door to reach out for a towel on the towel rack, but to her immediate agitation, she found that there was nothing there. She scowled as she stepped out of the shower and eyeballed the empty rack, ignoring the puddle that was beginning to form beneath her as beads of water dripped off of her body and landed on the tile floor. Her mother had apparently forgotten to stock the bathroom up with clean towels before she left the house earlier that day.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, shivering slightly as she felt a draft of cold air sweep over her bare body. She hated nothing more than being cold and wet, so she needed a towel desperately. No one was home, except for Vegeta, and he was probably still training away, so she decided to do the only logical thing: streak through the house naked down to the laundry room. Desperate times called for desperate measures, right? She cracked the door open, making sure that Vegeta wasn't lurking around somewhere, and once she saw the coast was clear, she sprinted down the stairs to the laundry room. She nearly twisted her ankle as she skidded into the room, letting out a shriek as she grabbed a hold of the door frame to steady herself. Once she regained her composure, she grabbed a clean towel from on top of the dryer, and wrapped it around herself, relishing in how soft and warm the cotton fabric felt against her skin.

As she was making her way back up the stairs, a figure walked right out in front of her, causing her heart to leap into her throat.

"Woman, what the hell are you doing?"

She looked up to see Vegeta with his arms crossed over his bare chest that was shimmering with sweat, his muscles slightly bulged from his training session. He was wearing nothing but spandex shorts that were tight on him. Really tight. She mentally slapped herself for paying so much attention to his body. . .his perfect, delicious-looking body. Dammit! She looked down at the floor to prevent herself from drooling any longer, her wet bangs falling into her eyes. "My mom forgot to put fresh towels in the bathroom before she left this morning with my dad. . .sooo, I had to streak through the house to get one."

Vegeta shifted his weight to the other foot and shook his head. He had been minding his own business after his training session and was getting something to eat when he heard loud stomps coming down the stairs. When he went to investigate he saw her blur past him down the hall in the nude, leaving him stunned at her actions. Did the foolish woman have any shame at all? "It's a good thing you found that towel. You disrobed is a sight no one wants to see."

Bulma felt a vein about to explode in her forehead as he spun around to walk away, that irritatingly smug smirk plastered on his face. But her anger receded as she thought of a comeback, one she knew would start argument, but she didn't care. "Really? Because I caught you checking me out just now when you thought I wasn't looking, as you have many other times before as well."

Vegeta immediately turned back to her, narrowing his eyes at her, but she could see him becoming slightly disconcerted, as though she had just let out some big secret. "I have never 'checked you out', you vulgar woman. You're the idiot that runs around the house in the nude like some sort of mad woman. You have zero appeal to me, mentally or physically."

"Keep telling yourself that."

"I don't have to keep telling myself anything! And besides, you're the one that gawks at me all the time. You could at least make it less obvious."

Bulma froze, heat creeping up to her cheeks. Did she really make it that obvious? It was hard NOT to stare when he walked around half-naked all the time; what girl wouldn't take special notice of a physique like his? When she didn't speak he tossed her another satisfied smirk, which goaded her. "Is smirking the only thing you know how to do?!"

That only made his smirk deepen.

She let out a huff and attempted to walk by him, but he reached out and grabbed her tiny wrist, immobilizing her in place. His touch was setting her whole body on fire, but she did her best to ignore it. "I can do other things," he whispered into her ear in a low, sexy voice, his warm breath sending a pleasurable chill all the way down to her toes. He let out a chuckle at her reddened face and then released her from his grasp as he began to walk up the stairs, finding immense satisfaction in teasing her like that.

Bulma watched him walk away with a mix of arousal and disappointment. She wouldn't let him just walk away after saying something like that. Plus, she hadn't flirted with anybody in quite a long while, and she wanted to see Vegeta squirm with discomfort. "Oh, Vegeta," she hummed, and once he begrudgingly turned his attention back to her from the top of the stairs, she boldly lowered her towel, to where her large breasts were practically spilling out of it. "Are you sure you don't find me attractive?"

She suppressed a laugh as his eyes became wide, his mouth gaping open. His gaze on her made her feel as though she was cloaked in liquid fire, and she could feel her heart rate speed up as his dark orbs dipped up and down the length of her body slowly. He opened his mouth to say something, but then clamped his jaw shut and instead stomped down the hall towards his room, slamming the door behind him. She freely released her laughter and strolled up the stairs to her room. For someone who claimed not to find her attractive he sure did get really hot and bothered just then. She entered her room and slipped into a pair of pajamas before sliding into bed, eager to give into sleep. She eventually dozed off into a deep sleep, but the sound of her door opening made her jump up. When she saw who was lingering in the doorway, she felt her breath escape her completely, her heart thudding loudly in the quiet room.

"Vegeta?"

He didn't know why he was there, standing in the human woman's room, which as he looked around he found that it was a total mess with things thrown around everywhere, the exact opposite of his pristine room. His gaze flickered over to her sitting up in the bed, eyeing her as she stared back at him questioningly, a patch of moonlight coming in through the window and highlighting the striking features of her face. Vegeta had never had a hard time with self control around her before, but earlier he had nearly lost it when the woman had tempted him the way she did by nearly exposing her breasts to him. He obviously was aware that she was indeed alluring, and it was hard not to take notice when she pranced around the majority of the time in revealing clothing. Or no clothing at all as he had witnessed earlier. But she was a vile human, with a loud, piercing voice that annoyed him to no end, and that's why he didn't want to admit to her that she was physically appealing. She was already vain enough as it was about her looks, and he wasn't going to add to it.

He knew he couldn't stand her presence for even a second, so he wasn't sure if it was a wise choice for him to even be in her room. Yet, he had needs that hadn't been met in a long while, and the woman enticing him like that earlier had stirred something up inside him that he just couldn't shake off. He knew what he wanted, and he had to have it. She was no longer involved with that pathetic excuse of a warrior, and she really did make it evident that she wanted him as well, so he didn't see the issue.

This would just be a one-time thing. And nothing more.

Some invisible force pushed him forward, and he walked over to her bed where she was still staring at him in anticipation, noticing how she was fidgeting with her hands in her lap. Once his knees met the edge of the bed, he sat down next to her and stared at her for a long while, his face unreadable as he did so. Bulma just stared back all the while, not even daring to move. Suddenly, before he could even realize it, impulse took over, and he pressed his lips to hers as hard as he could. Bulma released a stifled sound of confusion against his lips, being caught completely off-guard at his actions. Did he even realize what he was doing? She immediately took notice of how warm and soft his lips were, the intensity of the simple contact leaving her lightheaded. She brazenly kissed him back, parting her lips so that she could give his slithering tongue access into her mouth.

The second his tongue danced across hers she released a moan that she couldn't contain, and Vegeta smirked at her response, gently pushing her back down against the mattress as their tongues battled for dominance. Bulma allowed his tongue to win the fight just because she wanted him to explore every inch of the soft cavern of her mouth, a warmth budding between her thighs every time his mouth overlapped hers. She didn't even realize how deep her attraction was to him until this kiss, and she wanted to see just how much farther things would go. Such a thought made her whimper into his mouth, fully surrendering to him so that he could do with her as he pleased. She had always imagined what it would be like to be intimate with Vegeta, and she was excited to see if reality was better than the fantasies that her mind had conjured up.

{THIS IS WHERE THE LEMON USED TO BE. THIS STORY IS UNCENSORED ON MY AO3 ACCOUNT, PLEASE READ IT ON THERE. SORRY ABOUT THIS :(}

Bulma's sapphire eyes opened slowly as she heard him rustle around, and she turned her head to be greeted with his perfect backside that was dripping with sweat. His firm, sexy backside that she wanted to run her hands all over again. She and Yamcha had had sex while they were together, but it couldn't even hold a candle to what she had just experienced with Vegeta. The colossal gratification she had experienced while her body was rubbed up against Vegeta's was the most exhilarating thing she had ever experienced in her life. She was really hoping this wouldn't be a one-time thing because she now found herself addicted to his body, and she wanted to satisfy her cravings as much as possible. "Vegeta. . .you don't have to leave just yet," she spoke quietly as he slipped into his boxers.

Vegeta froze at the sound of her voice, noticing how pleading it sounded. He stared ahead, refusing to look back at her, knowing that if he did the sight of her would allow him to lose control all over again. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea about why he came to her tonight. He had needs that needed to be met, which was accomplished, and it was to be a one-time thing. However, since she had performed so well, he wouldn't mind it occurring again. All he wanted (and needed) from her was sex, but he knew she likely wanted more from him, and possibly desired for him to take the place of that disgraceful former mate of hers. But he refused to ever let that happen. This was strictly just sex, and that's all anything between them would ever be. He had to make that clear to her.

He slowly looked over his shoulder at her, heat coursing through his body as he saw her sit up in the bed. Her breasts, which had visible bite marks on them, were exposed as the lower half of her body was covered by the sheets. He was surprised to find himself resenting the fact that he was not able to see all of her. He shook his head as he realized his eyes were remaining far too long on her body and began to walk towards the door, hearing her let out a somber sigh. As his hand rested on the doorknob, he looked back at her again, and his raven eyes met with her sapphire ones. He had never noticed before how inviting those endless ocean of blue eyes were, as though they were peering into his very soul. And he hated it.

"Woman. . .you need to know that there will never be anything between us. This is it," he said huskily, his expression darkening.

Bulma felt his words sting at her heart. She didn't know why she should even be shocked; he was a selfish brute that always thought about his own wants and needs, and clearly he had just gotten what he was looking for from her. So why did it still hurt her so much? She decided not to ponder on it, and simply nodded her head in response, laying back down in the bed and tucking the covers up under her chin.

Vegeta took one last glance at her, wondering why he felt as though he was internally battling with himself, and then closed the door. He didn't ever want to allow himself to get caught up in the foolish and pointless emotions like humans did so he knew he would have to be on guard while he was around her. He refused to ever let his walls down and become soft like Kakarot. Such a thought made him quiver with disgust. Feelings and emotions were a weakness, good for nothing, and he refused to be dragged into it by that annoying human woman.

She means nothing to me. And it will stay that way.

And with that last thought he slammed his bedroom door behind him and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

*end of flashback*

Vegeta was brought back into the present moment, dust flying all around him as he powered up the final attack he would ever launch. Majin Buu's closed eyes widened at the rush of golden heat hitting him in face, looking down at himself in fear of what was about to happen.

Vegeta let out a sigh, and his thoughts drifted to Bulma one last time. He hated that he didn't get to say goodbye to her like he had done with Trunks earlier, but he hoped that this sacrifice he was making for her sake would make up for the evil things he had done earlier that day. And for how terribly he had treated her at times over the years as well. All she ever wanted from him was affection, and he had hardly given it to her. They were a lot closer in recent years than they were in the beginning, but still, he was not the ideal husband in any way. He was angry that it had taken him until this very moment to accept what she truly meant to him, and he hated how for so many years he was in denial of his feelings. He didn't even know where or who he would be if she would have never entered his life and loved him the way that she had. She had believed the best in him when no one else did, and he would forever be in debt to her for that. He was thankful for every moment he had spent with her and vowed to hold onto the memories they made together for all eternity.

She had started out as nothing to him, nothing at all. And now, in his final moments, he was not ashamed to admit she was his everything.

And not even in death would that change.

A/N: Don't worry, this isn't a one-shot, so it's not going to end on a somber note. I will have another chapter posted soon ^_^