Hello dear readers,

I'm currently smitten with Vegeta x Bulma. Probably more so that I was when I was younger thanks to the cute moments they have in Dragon Ball Super. Anyway my friend Dezzy (Anonymous_Vegebul_Fan) and were discussing the Broly film, I recently watched it again. It occurred to us that we don't see what happens when Vegeta returns home. So we decided to write a fic together. I tried to look up when exactly the movie took place so far it doesn't seem to fit inside the canon timeline and appears to be some kind of dimension separate from the main one. For simplicity's sake, we placed it within the 10 day wait before the cell games.

This is my first time writing with Dezzy, she doesn't have a fanfiction account but she does have an AO3 account. I don't usually write mature content but Dezzy kind of convinced me to. She's also new to writing. We're working on a second part although the censored version will be posted here and the uncensored version will be found on her account on AO3.

We hope you enjoy~

Wolvie and Dezzy.

Bulma was relieved when she saw the capsule corp spaceship land in her back garden with the most ungraceful thud. The whole ship looked a mess and she sighed knowing that she'd be the one to fix it. Piccolo had abruptly asked for the spaceship saying Goku was in trouble and had taken off in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to ask questions. Now the battered spaceship was on her lawn and she hoped his mission had been successful. With a loud clank the door of the capsule flew off and landed several feet away, the noise startled the infant Trunks in her arms causing him to flinch but not utter a cry. To her relief Goku stepped out first followed by Piccolo, Gohan, Master Roshi, and Oolong. The last three confused her, she was sure they had left with-

Vegeta. There he stood looking worse for wear at the threshold of the spaceship, Trunks was behind him and they hopped down.

"Trunks, you're okay," she said running over to her future son and hugging him. It still felt kind of odd since she was already technically holding him in her arms as she embraced his older version. Vegeta didn't even bother acknowledging her or his young son.

"So," she said to the stoic male, "When do I get to visit your new kingdom?"

"Shut up, woman, you know nothing!" he snarled at her.

"Well then, your majesty, why don't you tell me how wonderful your little space adventure was? I'm surprised you even bothered to return to, what was it you called this place? Mudball of a planet." she mocked him, goading him into a verbal battle. How she had missed their harsh exchanges and battle of wits.

He ignored her and Future Trunks shook his head at his mother to let her know that now wasn't a good time to start something. Then it occurred to Bulma, even though she couldn't read his ki, that Vegeta seemed in the darkest of moods. She watched as Vegeta took off to the sky and disappeared out of sight. Bulma thought he would be happy now that he had his own planet and people to reside over unless something hadn't gone as planned. For a moment she pondered what could have happened to get him in such a foul mood until she was interrupted by Goku.

"Um… Bulma, look I'd love to stay and chat but I kind of have to take Master Roshi and Oolong home first then head home with Gohan. I kind of walked out on Chichi in the middle of something and I know she's going to be really mad at me. I might as well get it over with," he sighed. Chichi was overbearing and intimidating at times yet he still stood by her like the good husband he was told he should be. Despite her flaws Chichi was a wonderful mother and attentive wife, when she wasn't in a bad mood. Although, Goku released that most of her moods were caused by him.

"Wait, wait, wait…" Master Roshi said approaching Bulma with his eyes transfixed on her breasts, "say in space they didn't have a single dirty magazine or movie, I feel kind of deprived. Mind if I get just a little peak at your boobies, Bulma?"

"What the hell old man, of course not!" Bulma yelled at him with all her might and bought her full fist down on top of his bald head. For a second the turtle hermit saw stars.

"Well an old geezer can dream," he replied rubbing the throbbing lump that was starting to form on his head. Damn, that woman had a lot of strength when she was angry.

"Come along Master Roshi," Gohan tugged at the old man's arm and lead him towards his father. "Goodbye miss Bulma, goodbye Trunks, and… er Trunks."

Such a polite boy, Bulma thought to herself as Goku used his instant transmission to teleport himself and his friends away. Then she turned to her future son.

"I'm guessing you're hungry from all the space travel, huh?" she smiled at him.

"Sure am," he beamed back. She observed his tattered clothing, the dust and grime that clung to his hair, and the bruises that littered his skin.

"Then how about you get cleaned up and I'll prepare you something to eat."

/

Vegeta was sulking out in the Badlands, an area about 50 km away from West City. He often came here when things got too much, especially with that woman, and now that his gravity room was out of commission he really couldn't think of any other place to go. He punched at some rock pillars until his gloves were torn and his fists red raw. Taking a moment to catch his breath he slumped down against the side of a cliff. How could he, the prince of all Saiyans, have let fear control him? And worse, that blasted Namekian had grabbed him by the hair and given him some sort of pep-talk. His teeth ground together with anger, rage bubbling inside of him. Just a few more days and the Cell games would begin, and he had no way of preparing now that the capsule corp spaceship, which housed his gravity room, was out of commission. Blasted Kakorrot, blasted Namekian, blasted Broly and blast the damn future kid of his.

When he returned to capsule corp some hours later his mood hadn't brightened, yet the pit in his stomach calling for sustenance had lead him back to that she devil's house. And there she was at the kitchen table, waiting for him, the half-breed suckling from her breast giving out contented grunts.

"Vegeta, are you okay?" she asked as he closed the sliding door behind him. He hadn't anticipated her to react like this upon his return and then it occurred to him that the brat from the future had probably told her everything that had transpired the last few days.

"You know I'm here if you need to talk," her voice sounded sweet and caring, although he interpreted it as if she was patronising him. His ki flared and she seemed to have noticed the change in the air as her eyes widened with uncertainty. Trunks let go of her teat and gave a contented sigh and closed his eyes, indicating he was ready for sleep. Vegeta watched as Bulma exited the room to take Trunks upstairs and put him to rest. This was also Vegeta's cue to raid the fridge.

/

With his stomach full, his mood seemed a little lighter and Bulma appeared at the doorway. She was wearing a silk nightgown, which covered just enough of her to entice him, though he refused to give in to her vulgar indulgences.

"I'm heading to bed, care to join me?" she cooed, the temptress inside her surfacing. Vegeta found it hard to resist the bait and then he remembered that one to many times had he given in and the result was the half-breed upstairs.

He felt her glide over to him and place her hands tentatively on his shoulders, he knew she could feel how tense he was. Then she pressed her bosom into his back and whispered in his ear.

"Vegeta, come to bed," and with that she let him go at headed upstairs to bed.

Feeling a mixture of self-loathing from what had perspired a few days ago and arousal he was confused as to why she would still find him worthy of bedding. Any Saiyan female, or so he had gathered from the stories his ex-comrades had shared, would have rejected him because of the weakness he had shown in battle. Though she hadn't been there, he knew that she knew what had happened to him by her behaviour. He guessed he was somewhat lucky that she wasn't a Saiyan female, yet her feistiness could almost match one… almost.

He let out a disgruntled sigh and rose form his chair. A shower was a good start, heavens knows what he must smell like. She hadn't complained about him being dirty but he knew she couldn't stand it when he came in from training and traipsed dirt through the house. Admittedly, he sometimes did it on purpose just to get a reaction out of her, he liked the way the anger burned in her eyes when she chastised him.

Now he was upstairs in the washroom still feeling flustered. To hell if she thought she could win him over that easily, he kicked off his boots and shed his tattered uniform. When he first entered the washing stall the water was like ice, he grit his teeth and bore it until the water gradually warmed up. Calm washed over him as the blood, sweat and grime trickled down the plughole. He'd been given hope, a hope of a crown for a few short days, a chance to rebuild his lost empire and it had all been a farce. A means to kill him, why had the universe played him a hand so cruel. Perhaps, he thought, he was meant to be punished, Karma for all the sins of his past. The warmth of the water beating down on him had him lost to his thoughts, agonising over what had perspired until he heard a click and sensed a faint ki. She was persistent, not that he disliked that about her, when she wanted something from him, and any other time he would have been happy to oblige yet now he felt unworthy of her soft touch. His cowardice and the betrayal of the universe clouded any arousal he might have had.

"What do you want, woman?" he growled from the washing stall. "Unless you're going to bring me a drying cloth, get out!"

"Oh, shut up," she said as she opened the glass door and joined him, fully naked now. It took a great deal of self-control not to look at her. Without his permission she took a bottle of shampoo and squeezed some of the contents on his hair.

"What are you doing?" he snapped and pulled away from her.

"Giving you a hand,"

"Why?"

"I thought you might like it,"

"Tch,"

"Come on Vegeta, relax a little," she winked and took a step closer. He tensed as her hands reached for his mane of hair and gently lathered the shampoo. The way she worked her fingers caused him to relax somewhat and he guessed she felt him relax too for she took another step closer and another until her ample bosom touched his back for the second time this evening. For a moment he closed his eyes, forgetting all that had happed and enjoying her touch. Then he spoke.

"You still find me worthy."

Bulma wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement, though she could feel him loosening up as her hands worked their magic.

"Yes, why wouldn't I?" her hands moving down towards his neck.

"The boy told you what happened."

Again, not sure if this was a question or a statement Bulma replies with a simple yes.

"Then why are you here?"

This time it was a question.

"You know I care about you, even if you don't admit it, I like to think you care about me," she starts to wash the shampoo out of his hair now. It's true what she says, she knows he cares. If he didn't he would be here, back on Earth. Nothing bound him to this world, even the fact she had birthed him a son hadn't stopped him from leaving before. When he left so suddenly during the picnic at the park she hadn't expected him to come back. Admittedly she was hurt and felt betrayed but now after hearing from her future son what had happened, she only wanted to let him know she was glad he was back.

She knew he had a soft side, even though he rarely showed it to her, she knew it was there underneath all that Saiyan pride. The way he made love to her so tenderly and after they were done arguing over some trivial matter it was often him to initiate the kiss, although his excuse was that it was the only way he could get her to shut up. Their relationship, if you could call it that, was rocky, not the typical lovey-dovey kind of relationship like she'd had with Yamcha. More like a battle, trying to gain the upper hand over the other until one of them gave in to their primal needs and they were in each other's arms, kissing with a roaring passion that gripped them both and sucked them in.

Tonight, her only goal was to erase his self-doubt, and show him that she could be his kingdom. Their days were numbered and she wanted him to know how much she loved him, if they were all going to die, then she needed him to know she loved him.

With the shampoo now washed out of his hair, she ran her fingers down his spine, only stopping when she got near to the stump of his tail. Bulma was still unsure if he liked to be touched there, sometimes he would lean into it and other times he would back away from her touch. From what she had gathered about tails, from Goku and Gohan, is that they were extremely sensitive. Perhaps at times too sensitive. Next, she reached around his waist to touch his abdomen and found he didn't resit as she ran her hand over his abs. Gently she placed a kiss on his neck and waited for him to give her a sign to continue.

He felt her pause, waiting for his response, his arousal clear by his erection yet here they were both soaking wet under the shower perfectly still. Her hands started to retract now, he'd waited too long to reply and grabbed her wrists, then lowered them down towards his groin. This was the signal she'd been waiting and stroked his length. His hips quivered under her touch. He spun round and caught her mouth with his own, catching her by surprise.

"Vegeta," she moaned as he nipped at her neck. "Come to bed."