Rescued
By MiaSanada

Bulma laid Trunks down in his crib and sighed. Vegeta and the other Trunks had just left to train for Cell's tournament. She now realized what it was like for ChiChi when Goku and Gohan would go into battle. But she had thought she would have a few good years before she would have to worry about Trunks but that hadn't been the case. She didn't know what to think of the future Trunks, he was certainly something to be proud of. But he seemed so sad. He also didn't seem to get his father too well. But then again neither did she most of the time. Vegeta was a puzzle all right. She still thought he loved her despite his demeanor. She walked back to the house and resolved to start working on 16 again. He had to be ready for the tournament. Her father and mother had left for a safer place out of town. She could have gone but she had an obligation to the Z team to fix the battered robot. She headed for her lap but couldn't help but feel as if she was being watched. However she shook it off. Who would come here? This was supposed to be a time of peace until the tournament. As she walked into her lap she couldn't shake the feeling though.

Vegeta stood in front of the time chamber bored stiff. He wanted his second day so bad he could taste it. He would beat Kakorote and Cell. He looked at his son who was staring at him again. He was always staring at him as if he were something totally alien to him.
"What are you looking at boy?" he snapped at him. Trunks offered a smile as an apology.
"Sorry father. I won't do it again," he stuttered as he looked down. Vegeta didn't look at him anymore. For some reason that annoying earth woman popped into his head. He sensed danger around the thought but shook it off. What danger could an innocent woman sitting in her house be in? What purpose would Cell have with her? No, he wouldn't think of it. But still, he did care for her deep down, way, way, deep down. And the fact that he sensed danger made him uneasy. Cell had absorbed a lot of humans for their energy. He also seemed to get their knowledge. And if anything that earth woman had knowledge, about science, about them, about everything. She also was working on android 16, which would be another opponent he would have to take on in the tournament. Perhaps he would go check on her. There was a few hours left until the namek came out. He powered up and started to head towards Capsule Corporation. Trunks was startled by his father's departure and resolved to follow him. He noted the direction they seemed to be going in with curiosity.

There was something wrong. Bulma knew it. She looked over at sixteen who was shut off on the table. She thought about reactivating him but would she have time. And Trunks, she needed to get him to safety. Of the two tasks she knew which one was more important. She dashed out of her lap and picked Trunks up out of his crib. She ran into her lap and stuck him in this protective chamber that could only be opened by a password that only she new. It was a hard plastic chamber that couldn't be broken and there were tubes that fed oxygen into the chamber. That done she ran out of the room and sat down on the ground nervously. If it were Cell or hell any other warrior being from anywhere she wouldn't be able to outrun it. So all she could do was pray and try to contact Vegeta. She knew it sounded nuts but sometimes she would swear she could hear his thoughts. So she was hoping that just this once he could hear hers. She closed her eyes and bowed her head until she could hear breathing. It wasn't like human breathing that sounded life giving and important it sounded like some reflex activity of sucking air. Bulma looked up and there was indeed Cell glaring down at her with amusement. She thought about screaming but what good would it do? He was incredibly frightening up close though and she was beginning to think that her prayers were going to be for nothing. But at least her Trunks was safe.
"Good afternoon Miss Briefs," said Cell politely. Bulma looked up at him with terror, and for some reason she could not figure, she sprang up to try to run away.

Capsule Corporation was in the distance. Vegeta could feel his sense of danger growing larger and larger. Trunks was by his side and that annoyed him. He would not be able to control himself if he saw his mother threatened. He had not learned to quiet his emotions down to a whisper as Vegeta had.
"Father what is going on? Is mother in danger?" the boy asked already in panic.
"It is not of your concern. I will handle what ever we find down there," he snapped back at him.
"The hell it isn't my concern. If my mother is in trouble I damn well want to know about it. I would certainly care more then you do. Besides what would cell want with mom anyway," barked Trunks.
"If you weren't still just a little boy playing hero then you would know that the key to success in any fight is strength and knowledge. Your mother has more knowledge about Cell's upcoming opponents then anyone," snapped Vegeta.
"Thinking before doing is not your strong suit either father. Its your fault Cell is complete in the first place. And if he hurts my mother I'll never forgive you. Besides how do you know all this is happening?" asked Trunks. Vegeta flinched, which is hard while your flying.
"Your mother and I sort of have a bond," he mumbled.
"What?" asked Trunks.
"A BOND BRAT, your mother and I can hear each others thoughts. It's a bond. The ultimate form of love among Saiyan people," he growled so loud that Trunks thought he would hurt him.
"I thought you hate my mother," he whispered.
"So did I," retorted Vegeta.
"What if she's gone already," said Trunks worriedly.
"She's not I would be in a lot of pain right now if she was. Physical pain like you would never know," said Vegeta. He knew that to Saiyan the ultimate insult and dishonor was to have your mate killed. Usually it was harder to have your mate killed, since they too were a strong fighter. But still as a Saiyan prince he wouldn't make excuses. Besides the idea of that monster touching Bulma or his son did not sit right with Vegeta. He just hoped he was right when he told Trunks that she was still alive.

Cell easily caught up to Bulma. He lifted her up and threw her into the wall. Bulma screamed loudly and landed on the ground. She felt woozy. Her lip was split and there was large gash on her forehead. She looked over at her attacker who was smiling happily.
"I'm sorry about that Miss Briefs but it was your decision to try and run away," he told her. Bulma raised her head proudly.
"You better get the hell out here freak. My Vegeta is on his way. Trunks is probably with him. And when they get here you might as well say your prayers," she told her proudly.
"Oh really. Do you really think that Vegeta gives a damn what happens to you. He'll be glad when you're gone. You might as well just let me end your pathetic life now instead of dragging it all out," he growled. Bulma shook her head. She wouldn't let Cell hurt her. She had decided quite a while ago that Vegeta loved her he just didn't show it. He wouldn't let Cell hurt her. Besides she could feel him coming.
"You just tell yourself that. But you won't hurt my son or me while he's around. As long as he and Son Goku live you are still a second best," she spat. Her disrespect and lack of pleading enraged Cell so he ran up and kicked her in the stomach just easy enough so as not to kill her. The pain was unbearable as she cried out. He had split the skin open and blood was pouring out of the wound. The bile and blood rose up in her throat and she began to vomit.
"How do you know he's going?" asked Cell calm now. Bulma finished clearing her mouth and used all of her will to pull herself up again.
"We've bonded. I can sense he's coming through it and you better get out of here because he's almost here," she explained haughtily.
"A bond you have to be kidding. I know from absorbing Vegeta that this is the rarest kind of connection his race has. He would not possibly have bonded with some human weakling," mocked Cell. Bulma's eyes filled up with tears. It hurt so much to hear her fears voiced out loud.
"You don't know Vegeta like I do. No one does," she said between sobs.
"Tell me where your son is Miss Briefs and I'll let you go. I will have you or your son either kill is acceptable," he explained.
"You won't have my son. You won't have my Trunks," stuttered Bulma. Her strength was gone and she fainted. Cell stared down at the crumpled earthling with delight. Her knowledge would be off great use in the tournament. He raised his tale to absorb her but then two very angry Super Saiyans burst came into the house through the wall.

Vegeta looked at Cell standing there next to Bulma. She was hurt badly and he could feel her pain in his own body. The rage was interesting to him. He had never felt such anger in his life outside of a battle. Trunks too was raising his power level.
"Cell, get the hell away from my MOTHER," he barked. It was interesting to Vegeta how attached Trunks was to his mother. He hadn't even know his.
"Trunks and Vegeta isn't this ironic. Miss Briefs was just telling me your were going to come to her rescue. It's a pity she didn't stay awake long enough to see it. Have you come to be defeated again Vegeta or to watch me destroy this annoying earth woman for you," he said proudly. Vegeta felt sick. The ideal that he would take pleasure in such a sight affected him that way. Maybe once upon a time he would have felt some apathy but not now, not with his mate.
"I suggest you leave now Cell. We'll have our battle in the tournament," he said calmly. Trunks looked surprised. His father had never delayed a challenge.
"What no battle now? It couldn't be that you care about this slut. I mean that's all she was to you right a slut to be cast aside," said Cell laughing. He bent down to Bulma and ran his claws through her hair. Vegeta saw red and Trunks bit on his lip so hard it produced blood in his mouth. "Or perhaps she's your mate. And if I recall it is the greatest dishonor to allow someone to hurt your mate unpunished."
"Trunks go and get your mother's brat. He is around the corner in a small room that looks like a closet. I saw her building it once. I'll deal with the android," he whispered.
"No father, mother might need help. She could die while you play hero," protested Trunks. Vegeta sealed him with one look. His father's eyes actually held pain and worry. Trunks wasn't going to disagree with a look he had always wanted to see. He left and Vegeta studied Bulma's prone form. He looked at her black eyes and the gash on her forehead and shuddered.
(Flashback)
"Vegeta where are you?" asked Bulma as she wandered through the house.
"I'm out here woman," growled the Saiyan. She followed his voice and found him sitting on the back porch. She sat down beside him. "Why aren't you on your date woman?"
"Yamacha canceled I should have known he would. Can I sit with you a while?" she asked. Vegeta looked into her blue ocean eyes and saw that she was begging despite the fact that her voice wouldn't betray it. There was also sadness in them that almost rivaled his own. Without knowing what he was doing he kissed her forehead and quickly turned away. She blushed at first but then she let out a sigh of relief. The two of them sat there and didn't say another word.
(Flashback ends.)
He eyes fell to her stomach. It was bleeding badly. He could almost feel the pain she had felt when Cell kicked her. It seemed so wrong to see her little stomach torn up.
(Flashback)
Months later they were lying together in bed. Vegeta put his hand around her waist while she was sleeping and nearly jumped ten feet when he found a Ki rising in her stomach. It was faint but it was definitely at child, his child. He knew this would cause trouble and make things harder for him. But as she ran his hand over her cheek he knew that he didn't want to worry it about it that night. So he crawled back in bed and went to sleep trying to ignore the new being.
(Flashback ends.)
"Don't keep me in suspense Vegeta what would it be. Are we going to fight or am I going to snap her neck right now?" asked Cell impatiently. Vegeta was brought of his memories of a time when he had been happy.
"We fight," said Vegeta simply. He charged at Cell.