By Trynia Merin

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Toriyama does, and Funimation and Toei Animation Company control the rights. I don't get paid for this so don't sue me! It's fanfiction, and means no harm to the series!

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Already she had spent a considerable amount of time just puttering about in her lab. Before long, Bulma had made up for lost time that morning from her long nap. There were a million projects to assist her father on, and since he had spoken of promoting her to President of Capsule while he remained CEO, she was eager to prove her place. In addition, it gave her something else to focus on rather than waiting around for the Androids to pop out of nowhere.

As she struggled with a particularly hard coding sequence, she sensed something behind her.

"I require something, blue onna," said his drop dead sexy voice from behind her.

"Yikes!" she squealed, leaping nearly a foot in the air with an ear piercing scream. She whirled around and almost fell if not for the arms that caught her against him.

"Must you make that infernal noise?" he groaned, wincing. "Great Galaxy if I knew it would provoke THIS unpleasant response…"

"What… did you want… you royal pain in my ass… you scared the SHIT out of me!" she yelped, heart pounding.

"Ningen flight or fight response," Vegeta shook his head. "Honestly how can I possibly continue to mate a frail creature who's this close to dropping dead when I sneak up on her!"

"Baka, if you didn't stalk me like some fricking predator… you'd have me around a lot longer, your Royal Whyness," Bulma snapped at him.

"But it's so fun to scare you… minus the disagreeable noise you make," he teased, curling his arms around her hips from behind. Hard armor pressed to her back, while his white-gloved hands slid over and around her belly. Momentarily they dipped south of what was considered decent, making her yelp and weak in the knees.

"I…. Have a great deal of work to do…"

"You should be getting ready for the party tonight. Unless you're like me, trying to get a little training in before tonight… so what the fuck else is new?" he laughed in her ear.

"We do have till seven, right? And it's only one!" she snorted.

"Mmm yes… it is… isn't it?" he snickered.

"What brought… about this change… of heart… the last time I wanted to do something you told me to leave you alone!" she sulked, trying to pry his gloved hands off her to no avail.

"Because I didn't want to at the time, and now I do," he purred.

"Son of a bitch spoiled brat…" she cursed.

"I know you are, but what am I?" he taunted, releasing her. She wheeled on him, taking a good swing at him with her fist.

"You are so DEAD!" Bulma squealed, and he laughed as he hyperspeed zipped out of the way.

"Too slow," he smirked. However Bulma threw herself on him in a flying tackle. Vegeta had deliberately allowed her to do so, thinking it amusing to see how far she'd go before she regained her senses about who she was physically assaulting.

"You're SO gonna get it, Mister Princey pants!" she yelped, knocking him over. Laughing maniacally he crashed under her slight weight, and then began to fiercely tickle her ribs.

"No… no stop!" she shrieked.

"Say it…" he laughed.

"I won't you baka!" she hiccuped, tears pouring down her cheeks as she squealed in laughter. "Not the tail… no FAIR!"

"Say it, minx… I'm your lord and master… and I gladly obey, because if I don't, I get punished…" he cackled gleefully, but she knew he would never hurt her. Rolling her over he pinned her under his heavy body, and then sat on her hips with a satisfied grunt.

"Get OFF me you big lunkhead you're squishing me!" she yelled.

"I don't think so, female. I'm quite comfortable…" he rumbled in his throat, straddling her and pinning her wrists in his gloved hands on either side of her face.

"Vegeta, I'm serious, you're squashing me… I can't breath…" she gasped.

"Gomen," he murmured, shifting his weight off her, and then kneeling between her legs. "Better?"

"Much," she gasped in relief. Jerking her up by her wrists, he snared her in place on his lap with his newly regenerated tail. She gasped as he nipped at her ear, then squeezed her body with eager hands. Just short of injuring yet firm enough to drive a pool of heat in her nether regions.

"I require your assistance in the GR," he said quickly.

"Oh hell no, don't you DARE use seduction to get me to fix another damn MESS!" she growled before he gave her a brief kiss to shut off her protests.

"Nothing so foolish as that. I'm far past the days of overloading that inadequate Capsule 3," he corrected her. Before she knew it he'd thrown her over his shoulder and streaked through the halls at hyper speed.

"Vegeta, I'm supposed to be finishing a very important program… HEY!"

"What's more important then helping me achieve Super Saiyan status. There won't BE a world left for your idiot father to market his test products if I don't ascend reliably!" Vegeta snorted.

"This will be far more important than doing your imbecile father's work for him," said Vegeta, carrying her inside. Doors slid shut, leaving them in the spherical all white interior. It looked much like Capsule 3 had, with all but the essential consoles gutted, plus multiple equipment that he'd improvised for his regimen.

"You never let me see what the hell you DID in here before… why the change of heart?" she asked.

"Because I felt like it. Do I NEED another reason?" he sniffed, walking over to drop her on a mat on the floor. She yelped as he turned to the central console.

"Okay, you've got me here… what do you need ME for?"

"Other than telling me how perfect I am, and fixing my toys, I'll explain," he smirked, running gloved fingers down the buttons for his newest program. "This is a hyperbolic gravity simulation. It will increase from 1 G upward to 400 in a matter of three hours…"

"Vegeta I'm NOT going to turn into a black hole!" she yelped.

"Don't worry, idiot, I'll protect you. That's part of how you'll assist me," Vegeta snickered, shedding his armored vest, then his top. It left him in a sleeveless blue top and tight spandex, with his gloves and boots.

"Wow," she whispered, realizing how much the armor hid, and how nice the view was of this arrangement. Sometimes he even stripped down to training shorts.

"Program initiated. 1.5… 1.6…" said the computer.

"Count in increments of 1," Vegeta said, walking towards Bulma. She yelped as she felt her body's weight dragging her down.

"Are you NUTS? Are you trying to KILL me?" she yelped.

"Anything but, blue onna. You're carrying something precious to me… remember…" Vegeta said as he leaned down to kiss her forehead briefly.

"Vegeta… I REALLY have to finish that program for my father…"

"I've anticipated that," Vegeta smirked. He reached down and picked her up, carrying her over to sit her down by the console.

"What's this?" she asked.

"A fully written encryption series. It took me longer than I anticipated, but it's essentially your little project you were slaving away there on… it's yours to give him if you help me… for the next few hours… with my training…"

"Okay, but what the HELL… do you have in mind…" she gasped.

"See how well you can hold on," he said, reaching down and getting on his knees with his back to her. "You're always bitching I spend too much time training and not enough with you, so here's your chance to have the best of both worlds and stop pissing me off…"

"Piggyback?" she asked. "Okay… but this had BETTER not hurt Toranksu…"

"Who?"

"Our baby's name," she said as he tugged her arms around his neck, and got up with a grunt.

"Stupid ningen names. If it didn't resemble a Saiyan word, I'd put my foot down… now hold on woman… this is going to be rather bumpy…" he said.

"Toranksu Briefs Bejita," she panted, locking her legs around his waist as he secured her with his tail. He then flipped forwards, causing her to yelp as the world spun.

"That's more like it," he grunted in approval, glad she'd use his name in part of his heir's moniker.

"No, Vegeta STOP, you're making me SICK!" she squealed as he bounced off the walls and flipped. A ki blast formed in his hand, incinerating one that a hovering bot threw towards him.

"Keep quiet, and close your eyes…" he grunted. "I can't concentrate!"

"This was YOUR idea, your royal Whyness!" she gritted her teeth as Vegeta dropped to the floor, and threw up his hands. He had stripped off his shirt, leaving him only in training shorts and those gloves with a pair of sneakers now.

"Come on… damn it…" he grunted, hurling a blast towards the relays. Bulma went dizzy with the ricocheting spheres of ki that he repelled with his own series of bluish white explosions.

"Are you NUTS?" Bulma screamed as one large blast headed straight for them. Vegeta threw up his hands, gritting his teeth as he generated a wide beam from his palms flatted towards it. On one knee he grunted, shoving hard with a bluish energy that caused him to sweat. All the while the room grew steadily more red, and the thin flickering envelope of bluish ki was all that protected her from being squashed in the increasing weight.

"Level 200 times gravity and climbing…" the computer said.

"Grraaggghhh!" he grunted, then shoved the blast back with a final concerted push. Yelping, she squeezed her eyes shut and almost choked him if he'd been human. Vegeta crouched there, panting with his woman on his back. It was as if he'd forgotten she was there.

"Kami…" she sobbed.

"What are you blubbering about, female… I stopped it, didn’t' I?" he mumbled, flopping to sit on the floor Indian style.

"Are you using me as a set of training weights?" she panted.

"Yes," he grunted, and then moved her around so she sat on his lap facing him. "I get bored with the usual stuff…"

"By almost getting us both killed?" she whimpered.

"Don't underestimate my ability woman. I will achieve Super Saiyan status, and you promised your help, as I recall. I'm trying to duplicate the precise conditions that triggered it…"

"You ASS, why didn't you just SAY so!" Bulma yelled at him.

"You had no prior knowledge of the danger level," he admitted.

"Vegeta we were fighting for our lives…"

"Exactly. I was protecting your weakling self when it happened. You absorbed a great deal of my energy that day. I thought that by having you as a constant additional variable I could push myself to change. But it hasn't HAPPENED yet, damn it…"

"Vegeta, relax… you will do it. If anyone can, it's you…" she said, stroking his hair. She leaned over to kiss him, much to his chagrin.

"You're infuriating…" he grunted.

"No, relax… turn off the GR and just let me give you a back rub… now that I know what you're up to… we can do it together…" she said, kissing him once more. Vegeta mumbled against her lips, till he felt the surge of desire wash over him.

"Wait a moment," he thought to himself. It took more concentration to push harder against the GR field while he was half distracted. Perhaps it was more concern for her welfare, and that of their unborn child as well that pushed him over the edge. Or was it sex?

Either way, he felt himself responding to her in an embarrassing tightening in his groin. Bulma shifted so she sat right on top of the mounting evidence. "I think we'd better… take this someplace else… or else…"

"No, I think I'm comfortable in here…" he growled into her ear, slowly pulling at her clothes.

"What the hell are you…" she gasped as he cut off her protest in a hungry kiss, thrusting his tongue through her lips. His fingers tore at her clothes, ripping them to shreds and throwing them away. Reaching down between them he began to rub his hands over her belly, then dip his head to nip at her breasts.

"Don't you trust me woman? I won't let you come to harm…" he growled.

""What are you…" she gasped as he slid her hand into his spandex, and caught her wrist to position it where he wanted it the most. "Oh… why didn't you ask, silly… but are you going to be able to keep your energy high enough to keep me from being crushed?"

"I'll be the only one doing the crushing… or rather you will," he snickered with a devilish lascivious grin. He pulled her free hand to rest against his chest.

"You're going to do it to me in 200 g's?" she asked, gasping as he began to levitate into the air. He grabbed her to him, and kissed her hungrily.

"Correct… my… little blue… onna…" he grunted. "Lay down on top of me… and enjoy the workout…"

"The baby…" she gasped.

"Will be fine…" he gasped, flaring his ki further so more than just a thin shell covered them. Bulma kissed him hard, biting his lips as he embraced in mid air.

Bulma was sure she must have passed out when she next came around. She lay on a soft forgiving surface, while a heavy weight pinned her chest down. A hard male chest pressed to her belly, muscular arms locking her in their embrace possessively. Blinking, she looked around and saw the curved roof of Capsule 4's deck above. She had forgotten it included the quarters that Goku had made use of when it flew to Namek so many months ago. Obviously the bed had been repaired and reinforced. Gravity felt as if it had returned to normal, for the red glow was gone.

Squashed between the wall, she yelped. Vegeta grumbled and repositioned her to lay on top of him in his sleep. On either side of him there wasn't much more room, so she had to sprawl overtop his hard body to get comfortable. So sated and sore did she feel that she had no desire to move.

"Kuso," she murmured, wiping away sweat. His eyes blinked up at her, and he pushed her hair from her face.

"Don't leave, female. I'm not done with you…" he whispered.

"I couldn’t' move if I tried… that was… out of this world…" she sighed.

"Humph, I hope so," he laughed, crushing her to his body. "I believe that you'll be a sufficient addition to my training regimen…"

"Is that all this was to you?" she asked, frowning.

"No you idiot," he grunted. She felt a stinging sensation against her neck, feeling blood dripping down on his chest. He licked at the juncture between neck and shoulder, lapping it away.

"Does this mean… we're going to do more of this together?" she asked.

"Mm hmm," he purred.

"Good," she sighed.

"You are well pleased?" he grunted.

"What do you think, baka?" she giggled as she leaned down to kiss him

"Just so you remember not to put me on a leash like Kakkarot's mate. I am the dominant one in this relationship…."

"Yeah, you're the king of the castle, right," she snarled.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Great. Just great…" she rolled her eyes.

"Mmm, it is," Vegeta murmured, stretching under her. Bulma groaned and then started to giggle at the way things were progressing.

"So… what time is it now?" she asked, drawing her fingers along his healing scars.

"Four thirty…" said Vegeta, rubbing her back.

"Kuso! I've got to get ready…" she squealed, sitting bold upright.

"There's a shower in here… and you can take some of my training clothes to wear back to the house… to cover yourself," said Vegeta, stirring to sit up next to her. He swung his feet around to land on the floor.

"I've nothing to wear!" Bulma groaned.

"Look in the cabinet…" Vegeta said, getting up and grabbing his boxer shorts. He slid them on, and wandered over to the clothes locker. She clutched the sheet around her till Vegeta threw her a robe. Tying it around her she wandered over to stand by the closet he threw open.

"Ohhh… what's THAT?" she gasped, as he pulled out a hanger with a plastic zip up case hanging from it. Cursive writing was scrawled over it, saying 'Saks Fifth'.

"I took the liberty of asking Kakkarot's mate for direction. She suggested the color, and I know your size by memorization…" said Vegeta, unzipping it. She squealed in joy to see the flash of silvery seed beads encrusting the front of a royal blue gown, the identical shade of her hair, except a bit darker. Pulling it out he held it up to her for length. Its long straight skirt trailed the floor elegantly, with a slit up the side to mid thigh. Strapless, its bodice zipped up the back, while long blue gloves went with it, and a matching silver bag.

"Ohh Vegeta… it's wonderful!" she squealed, moving to kiss him. Vegeta put the gown on the rack again, and clutched her up to kiss her.

"I also procured a suit for myself…" he nodded to the black bag hanging next to it. "It’s the royal colors of Bejitasei naturally."

"Blue cummerbund and tie?" she asked. He grunted, setting her down as he held her close.

"We should look our absolute best when greeting your… so called friends… is that not what a country club is?"

"Yep, the royal treatment's coming in handy…" she grinned.

"Humph, finally," Vegeta said. "Now… let's get ready… our public awaits…"

From outside, Trunks, known here as Toranksu blinked and smiled as he watched them. When Vegeta had asked him to train outside, the boy knew that his father had put plan 1 of operation Pamper Onna into place. It had been their idea to show her how much Vegeta could offer her to make up for the Prince blowing up at her when Toranksu had first arrived. Naturally he was thrilled to see his parents in a moment that was very much what happened between a loving mother and father. If only his mother could see this where she was.

"I won't let anyone come between you," Toranksu said as he squeezed his fist tightly. "You won't die in this reality Father. Not if I can help it…"

He grinned lopsidedly, and ducked out of sight when Vegeta blinked up and glanced around. "Whoops, elevator going down…" he whispered.

Trunks whizzed around the globe towards where two other kis were flaring. Yamucha and Krillen were pulling up in a snazzy red Mercedes hovercar along Capsule's front drive. Still wearing his training suit, Toranksu streaked up to hover near them.

"Holy jeez, who's that?" Krillen gasped.

"Hey there!" Toranksu laughed, coming in for a landing.

"Hey, you're that kid who beat Frieza!" Yamucha laughed, turning off his engine. "I heard you'd come back around…"

"Yeah, I'm here to help fight the Androids when they show up," said Toranksu.

"Nice threads… where did you get that armor?"

"Bulma-san, what do you think?" grinned Yamucha. "So you're staying here?"

"Yep I am," he nodded.

"Um… I know we're supposed to meet Bulma at the country club, but I was kind of worried about her… Vegeta looked ticked off when they flew off and…" Yamucha said, scratching his head. Krillen and he opened the doors, stepping out of the car.

"You don't have to worry. They're fine," said Toranksu with a smile.

"Are they?" asked Krillen. "Vegeta was pretty sore…"

"It was a lover's spat," said Toranksu.

Yamucha turned to Krillen, and gave a lopsided grin. "I guess that's that," he said.

"Don't be sad Yamucha… you knew it was going to happen…" Toranksu said.

"Well, I think this means we're going on a training expedition. I don't want him thinking I'm jealous…" Yamucha laughed.

"You're not angry?" asked Krillen.

"I am, but she picked the 'better man'," said Yamucha. "And if he leaves her, I'll be there. And either way, he'll have to put up with me, because that kid's gonna need a god father… or an uncle at least when Daddy Prince goes off to war. And who better than Uncle Yamucha?"

"Oh spare me," Krillen groaned.

"Um… I'm sure that Vegeta's here to stay…" Toranksu said firmly, folding his arms across his chest. "He cares about Bulma…"

"Yeah… I'm sure he does… no offense…" said Yamucha.

"I know you used to love her. And she still cares for you I'm sure… and the Prince DID let you protect her…" said Toranksu.

"Um… not to be rude… but are you… somehow… related to Vegeta?" asked Krillen cautiously.

"As a matter of fact I am," said Toranksu. "You have to promise to keep this a secret. He was upset because he didn't know I survived…"

"Survived what?"

"I'm his son," said Toranksu.

"WHAT?" both of them gaped.

"He's my father."

"Whoa, I didn't know Vegeta had a son!" Krillen gasped. "How…'

"My mother… is in another dimension," said Toranksu. "And she had me come here… to stop my father from dying…"

"Your mom…"

"I have to keep her identity secret," said Toranksu. "My father made me promise. But I'm here to help you…"

"Well you did give Chichi medicine to save Goku's life. Gohan told me," said Krillen.

"Hey, as long as you're on our side… who cares… man… Vegeta's son?" gasped Yamucha.

"Right!" nodded Krillen. He wore a light navy blue suit with white striped shirt, while Yamucha had a black suit and dark green silk tie, and a double-breasted coat to go with it.

"Well, just keep it under wraps for now. Dad doesn't like to talk about it much… so shhh," Toranksu nodded.

"What IS your name?"

"Toranksu B… Bejitasei," he said quietly, blinking.

"Holy crap, it's amazing. You look so much like him… but your hair…"

"Idsarsei 7," he muttered. "My mom… was from there… the inhabitants are humanoid and have blue and lavender hair…"

"I was gonna say… you look like Dr. briefs did as a young man," Krillen joked. "But hey, I figured you and Vegeta had a lot in common in the looks department..."

"Do you have a suit?" asked Yamucha.

"Yes I do," he said. "Which reminds me, we'd better get over there…"

"You can ride with us, and we'll wait…" said Yamucha.

"No thanks, I'll go with Dad… and Bulma-san," said Toranksu with an awkward grin. He pushed a lock of hair out of his face.

"You know if they're getting together, you'll call her mom. Wouldn't THAT be wild…" Yamucha laughed.

"Yeah… really," Toranksu said, blushing. If only they knew. He waved goodbye temporarily as he went into capsule, leaving the two Z fighters in amazement.

"Wow… who would have thought Vegeta had a son?" asked Yamucha.

"Well I guess it's official that he's not so bizarre after all. He's had a girl once in his life," Krillen chuckled awkwardly. "Must not be THAT bad of a guy…"

"But why did he leave her?" asked Yamucha.

"None of our business. Besides, he's in love with Bulma now, so we'd better mind our own business, and keep our traps shut. Nothing we can do to change it," said Krillen.

"He was very protective of her," said Yamucha. "Which means something…"

"Why are you so cool with this all of a sudden?" asked Krillen, walking back to the car. He opened the door and slid in. Yamucha leapt over the door on the driver's side, climbing behind the wheel.

"Well, look at it this way, bro," said Yamucha with a grin. "Bulma's friends with us, and she's probably gonna want a big wedding. Soon we'll have another reason to be part of Bulma's life."

"Terrific," Krillen rolled his eyes.

"And also too, If Vegeta left her for any reason I'll be there as a shoulder to cry on," Yamucha grinned.

"Dream on," groaned Krillen, seeing a recipe for disaster.

"I'm not gonna cry in my beer. I'll be here for her. She made her choice. I love her enough to let her go. And you know what they say about setting someone free…"

"You mean that whole thing about 'if you love something let it go… if it comes back it's yours?" Krillen blinked.

"Yep. And if it doesn't… it was never mind…" said Yamucha.

"You're a true romantic. No wonder she picked Vegeta," said Krillen. "No offense… but I think she outgrew the romance thing years ago…"

"Yeah, sad isn't it," Yamucha sighed. "But c'mon… let's go to the party. There will be lots of other fish in the sea for us bachelors to pick from… and I’m gonna make it my mission to get you a girlfriend!"

"But Marron…"

"She's just another fish. And she'll be there. But you've got to make her CHASE you," said Yamucha. "Stick with me, I'll show you how it's done… before the night's over both of us will have new girlfriends if we play our cards right…"

"I'm doomed," Krillen groaned as Yamucha fired up the engine and pulled out into the Capsule Corps driveway.