Author's note: Alright everyone I'm back with a follow up chapter to see how everyone is fairing a few weeks after Future Gohan's visit.

I did write a three piece companion fic called Mirai Desires that looks at how Gohan first fell for Bulma, the conversation in which he tells her he loves her, and then some scattered moments over the course of the following year leading up to her death. So I would love to know what you all think about that!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.


It had been weeks since the visit from their future son and future Gohan, but to Bulma and Vegeta it still felt like it was just yesterday. Slowly, things had started returning to normal around the Briefs' household, very slowly. Vegeta would train in his gravity room almost all day, and Bulma would take care of Trunks or be working in her lab. However, every night found them in the same bed tangled up in each other's arms.

"I think we should just move your stuff into my room," she whispered as they lay in bed.

Vegeta looked down at the blue haired beauty laying on his chest, "for what reason?"

Bulma frowned up at him, "it's what people do when they live together, Vegeta. You're here every night anyways, so why not?"

"Tch."

Bulma rolled her eyes in response and went to move off of him but was yanked back quickly. He had her wrists in his hands quicker than she could blink, and pulled her up so that her bare chest was resting against his. She gasped, surprised, and stared into his onyx eyes with furrowed brows.

"What are you-"

"Has anyone told you that you talk too much?"

Moments later there was no more talking, only the breathy sounds of passion for the third time that night.


Bulma walked down to the kitchen the next morning, wrapped in a fluffy robe and smiling to herself. It seemed that the visit from Future Gohan had stirred something within Vegeta, and that same night after he had closed her balcony doors, he'd made love to her while making her promise that she was his and only his.

She would be lying if she said it didn't make her happy. But at the same time she was still confused and concerned by what Future Gohan had told her. She had spent a lot of time wondering how it had happened, and had found herself almost wishing that she had gotten the whole story from him.

He was handsome that was for sure, but no matter how attractive he had become, he was still Goku's son. She had watched him grow since he was a small child, she'd helped him with his school work from time to time, she was over twenty years older than he was.

She'd been in love with his father once.

She quickly pushed that thought out of her head as she rounded the corner into the kitchen and smelt the delicious aroma of the breakfast that Bunny was cooking. "Mmmm smells good, mom."

"Thank you, why don't you go get that handsome man of yours and let him know that it's ready?"

"Oh he will be along when he's hungry, wouldn't wanna interrupt his training," Bulma said as she piled up food on her plate.

"Look who we have here! Bulma, you have a visitor," Dr. Briefs said as he came into the kitchen.

Bulma turned to see who her dad was talking about and paled at the sight of Gohan following him, carrying his book bag with him.

"Sorry, Bulma, I know I didn't call before coming over but I'm having some trouble with my school work and mom thought that maybe you could help me out?" Gohan said, sitting at the table like it was the most normal thing in the world.

It normally would have been, except now, it wasn't.

Bulma stared at the eleven year old boy like she had never seen him before. An uneasy feeling in her gut whenever his dark eyes flickered in her direction, awaiting her answer on whether or not she would help him.

"Bulma, are you ok dear?" Bunny asked, waving a hand in front of her face.

She snapped out of it and shook her head as if to clear her thoughts, "sure, kid. I can help you with your schoolwork."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Vegeta stormed into the kitchen like he was searching for something. As soon as his eyes landed on Gohan he glared at the boy and subconsciously moved so that he was standing between him and Bulma.

"What are you doing here, brat?" He spat out at him.

Gohan paused mid-bite and looked up at Vegeta innocently, "uh I just stopped by to get Bulma's help with some homework."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes, "she doesn't have time to help you."

"I don't?" Bulma looked questioningly up at Vegeta.

"The gravity machine needs to be repaired, you'll do that before you do anything else today." Vegeta didn't take his narrowed eyes off of Gohan who was just looking between the two like a confused lost puppy.

"I can still help Gohan while I'm working on the gravity machine," Bulma argued.

Vegeta snapped his head around and glared at her, "I said no."

Bulma went to argue back again when Gohan interrupted, "that's ok, Bulma. I can come back another day."

But his words fell on deaf ears as the Prince and the Heiress just kept glaring at each other.


"What is your problem?!" Bulma shouted at Vegeta as she changed Trunks' diaper.

After the scene he had caused in the kitchen Gohan had gone home, and afterwards she had found that miraculously the gravity machine had nothing wrong with it. Vegeta had his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, watching her through narrowed eyes.

"I don't want you around Kakarrot's brat."

Bulma looked over her shoulder at him and frowned, "oh Kami, Vegeta. Gohan is an eleven year old boy, you don't have anything to worry about!"

"How do you know when his sick obsession with you started? For all you know he could have harbored the feelings for you since he was a child, which he still is in this timeline!"

Bulma went to fight back when all of a sudden she smirked instead, "you're jealous aren't you?"

"Tch. I am not jealous of that child, but I will not have him trying to claim what is mine," he huffed and looked anywhere but at her.

She turned and put her hands on her hips, "oh yea? Then go and get him and tell him I have all the time in the world to help him with his homework."

"I will do no such thing!"

"You will! Or I won't repair the gravity machine next time you break it! He's a little boy, Vegeta, growing up in a world with no more androids and no more cell. You're all here to help raise him since Goku….decided not to come back. Nothing and I repeat NOTHING is going to happen!"

"Woman-"

"GO!"


Gohan gazed up at Vegeta with wide eyes. The Prince had shown up on Mt. Paozu, asking Chi Chi to see "the brat" not long after he had made it back home.

It wasn't really a secret, his crush on Bulma. Krillin and Yamcha had teased him about it when he was younger, saying that he would grow out of it eventually. It worked in his favor that she was brilliant and could help him with homework and had always done so often, for free, which Chi Chi was thankful for not having to pay for a tutor. Bulma may have not been high on his mother's favorite persons list, but she was grateful for all that Bulma did for them.

Now he was beginning to think that maybe someone had told Vegeta, because he was looking at Gohan like he wanted to kill him. "Get your bag and let's go."

"Uh, I thought you said-"

"Do you want the woman's help or not?" Vegeta scowled even deeper.

"Yes, sir," he grabbed his bag and yelled out bye to his mom and they both took to the sky.

They weren't flying for very long before Vegeta broke the silence, "your little crush ends now, boy."

Gohan's eyes widened and he gulped as he looked over at Vegeta, "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me!"

Gohan snapped his eyes forward and looked down at the world passing below them, "who told you?"

Vegeta came to an abrupt halt, making Gohan stop as well. They stared at each other for a few moments before Vegeta finally smirked, "so you admit it."

Gohan nodded slightly, bright red from embarrassment.

"It's natural, for Saiyan's to be attracted to strong willed women," Vegeta phased out of sight and reappeared right in front of Gohan. So close that it made the small boy stumble back in surprise.

"She's MY woman, got it boy? You try anything funny and I will rip you limb from limb and send you to join your pathetic father in other world."

Gohan nodded with wide eyes up at his Prince. Vegeta continued to glare down at him, "I asked you a question, boy."

Gohan nodded again, "I understand, sir."


Bulma frowned as she looked over Gohan's shoulder to see his work, the kid hunched in on himself anytime she came around and had even scooted farther away from her once as she tried explaining something to him. It was like he was afraid of her or something.

"Is everything ok, Gohan? You seem a bit off," she asked.

"No, no, everything is fine. You know I think I finally got the hang of it, so I think I'll just be getting back home now," Gohan said quickly as he closed his book and shoved it back into his bag.

"Ok…"

"Thanks for all your help, Bulma," he yelled over his shoulder as he ran out of her lab.

She cocked her head to the side as she watched him leave, "anytime."

A few minutes later she heard the door to her lab swing open again and she looked over her shoulder, surprised to see Vegeta standing there with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Suddenly it all made sense.

"What did you say to him?" She asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he uncrossed his arms and pushed himself off the wall, walking closer to her.

"He's just a kid, Vegeta. Give him a break," she held her ground as he walked towards her slowly.

When he reached her, he grabbed her by her hips and pushed her back into her desk. "I only issued the brat a warning," he growled softly into her ear.

Anger forgotten, she moved her head to the side as he grazed his teeth down her neck, "what kind of warning?"

Vegeta moved his lips back up and grabbed her lower lip between his teeth, smirking as she whimpered, "I warned him to stay away from what is mine."

Bulma's eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her, Gohan forgotten. He picked her up and in a giant swoop of his hand he had cleared her desk and set her on it. She put her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back, then moved them to cup his face.

"Say it again," she whispered.

Another man might have had to ask her what it was she wanted to hear, but Vegeta knew exactly what she meant. Smirking, he claimed her lips again before moving to whisper in her ear.

"You're mine."

Bulma smiled and turned her head to kiss him. No more guessing about what was, or what could be. He had claimed her as his, and there was no doubt about how he felt about her now. She couldn't have felt happier.

Oddly enough, she really had Gohan to thank for that.


Author's note: Well there's my short little follow up chapter…please review! Next I'll work on the last part to Mirai Desires. Also been thinking about doing a short one-shot on Future Bulma and Gohan's relationship through the eyes of Future Goku in other world. And thanks for piccola kurt and Mrs. Vendetta for your awesome reviews and encouragement!