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Disclaimer: see previous chapter.

Last chapter: Vegeta escapes his horrid and lonely life on earth and travels back approximately twenty years in the past. On arrival, he is greeted by a young Bulma and her parents. When he is forcing Bulma to find the dragon radar, he feels three familiar ki's descent in the garden.

Chapter 2

Vegeta didn't have time for all this hassle that was going on outside. He was going to handle this situation as quickly as possible.

"Listen to me brat. I will be back in a minute. In the mean time you will continue searching. Don't do as I say and you will face not so pleasant consequences. Am I clear?" He gave her his special evil look again and flew out of the window before she could reply. What kind of freakishly dangerous alien was she dealing with? She could feel that he was immersed in some sort of raw power she had never seen before. There was fire licking at the air around him. That's got to be some extremely effective skill in battle, she thought. What would such a creature want with the dragon balls? She didn't want to think about that…

Vegeta descended slowly in the garden, flaunting his overwhelming power by boosting up the golden aura in the process. The electricity crackled in the air and he smirked. This Kakkarot before him, not much older than 13, was about as strong as his spawn when he was just a newborn! This knowledge pleased him greatly. The youngsters before him looked at him in pure horror.

"Hello Goku, Yamcha and Krillin" He spoke theirs names like they were venom, with emphasis on the first name. Vegeta watched contented as the trio started to panic.

"How does he know our names?!" whispered Yamcha non-discreetly

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm scared as hell! Have you ever felt such a power Goku?" Krillin had difficulty not pissing his pants.

Goku ignored the two next to him and looked at the aura-enveloped man before him. "He is so powerful, I can feel it tickle my skin!"

"Silence!" The three small warriors stumbled backwards by the sound of that intimidating raspy voice. Vegeta paused to enjoy the fear he was inciting in the audience before him. It was a breath of fresh air to finally not be on the receiving end of threatening death. He could kill his sworn arch enemy right then and there, if he wanted. But where was the fun if he couldn't get a good fight out of it?

"Let me get this straight. You all know I'm at least a couple hundred thousand times stronger than you all combined. Am I correct?"

They nodded obediently.

"Good. I am not interested in killing you all per se…But if you stand in my way of finding the dragon balls, I will do whatever is necessary to clear the path before me. Do you understand?"

Goku was the first who recovered after the menacing look the foreigner had given them.

"Who are you and where do you come from, stranger?"

Vegeta smirked. He could have his fun and tell them lies and have a good laugh. Or would he warn them about the future, so they could alter it? It could change the future in a disadvantaged way…Hell, he might've already. They were going to recognize him, when he was going to fight them for the first time on earth.

"I'm from the future and I know you all, unfortunately. We are going to be enemies and then allies, sort of. Your little planet is threatened by two maniacal machines and I'm the only one who does not die. Oh, I almost forgot. I am not from this world and we are from the same race. Your real name is Kakkarot. You are a Saiyan." He pointed at Goku.

With that the prince promptly turned around and flew back into the window he just came from. The youngsters beneath him started arguing amongst themselves. ´Pathetic weaklings…´ Vegeta muttered. He needed a shower and then some good uninterrupted sleep. And maybe some food to strengthen somewhat would be wise.

"Woman! Stall your searching. You are going to serve me dinner right this instant!"

.***.

Bulma watched in awe as enormous amounts of food just disappeared in thin air in seconds, in a way that was still…mannered? She was scared as hell of course, but this mysterious man elicited a fascination within the young scientist. And, he had an impressive physique, she couldn't deny that. The young woman slapped herself literally. She was with Yamcha for goodness sake, she couldn't think like this about threatening aliens! Besides, this was just some insanely powerful old man. Vegeta looked up from his food to witness the girl slap herself out of the blue. He shrugged and proceeded to stuff his mouth again with precision, how contradicting as that may sound.

Minutes later Vegeta felt warm water running along his tormented skin for the first time in years. How he had missed these small kinds of luxuries. Dirt and blood gathered at his feet. The stream of fresh water massaged his muscles and he was beginning to feel relaxed and oddly aroused. Memories of Bulma writhing under him had plagued his mind ever since he had seen this young version of her. He didn´t want to admit it to himself, but he had missed her around him in more than one way.

The prince looked down to be greeted by his erection. He stroked it lightly while thinking of his deceased lover. As soon as he closed his eyes, her moans started echoing in his head. He gripped himself stronger and pretended he was pushing into her hard.

.***.

What was this big bully thinking?! Intruding her house and just using it as his will! He acted as if he was the king and they were all living here just to be his servants. Bulma threw her arms in the air out of frustration. And that damn dragon radar was nowhere to be found! Just as things were getting nice and normal en she was having a nice quiet summer with her parents, some creepy bastard just decides to show up and order them around. She dropped herself on the couch in exasperation.

.***.

He imagined her legs tightening around him as she was nearing her climax. Vegeta bucked his hips as he felt his own peak coming nearer. He imagined her soft mounds moving to the rhythm of his thrusting. The focus of her bouncing breasts urged his arousal further.

.***.

She should teach him a lesson. Technically he hadn't hurt them, on purpose at least. But he was threatening with violence to get things done from them. Bulma decided that wasn't very nice. From the looks of Goku, Yamcha and Krilling, this guy was insanely strong. Well, if brawl failed, then brains and beauty would be the answer! It was her duty to solve things now. Bulma jumped off the couch with a newfound energy and stormed towards her father's lab.

.***.

He was so close, it was almost impossible to stall his climax, but he did it anyway. He wanted to prolong the feelings of ecstasy just a few minutes longer. He let go of his erection and focused his attention back on the images in his inner world. She lay naked before him. Supple flesh, rounded contours, it was all his to feast on. He entered her again and she screamed out of uninhibited pleasure. He couldn't hold it anymore en gripped his erection to proceed his ministrations. Oh how much he wanted to feel her again. He grunted silently when he felt his arousal explode inside him. He leaned against the cold tiles on his elbow and breathed hard while he saw the essence leaving his body.

.***.

Bulma tried to ignore the worried bickering between her mother and father. She had to concentrate now! She typed determinately on one of the first computers that had come on the market, partly designed by her of course. The blue haired woman gnawed on her bottom lip. She was going to figure this out for everyone! The whole world was going to kiss her feet if she successfully removed this nasty alien threat from the planet! If this was going to work then she could send him back to his own timeline! She just needed to get him back in the time machine and sabotage it so he could not travel back to their timeline.

.***.

The dark prince had been sleeping for at least three hours she figured. She nervously opened the door to the guestroom and tiptoed to the bed where their 'guest' was sleeping. The young scientist felt her mouth turn into the Sahara as she approached him. She passionately wished that the sedative would have the promised effect. Her warrior friends had been awfully intimidated by the power of this man. But she had spiked his orange juice with enough sedative to kill two elephants! It had to work. There was no need for sabotaging the time machine, because she and her father had discovered that it was not operational after the last trip.

She halted her sneaking. He was half naked and he was lying on his front. His scarred back looked like some sort of treasure map. He must have a rough life in the future, she mused. Bulma immediately felt some sort of guilt that she was going to send him back to the world where someone or something was inflicting terror upon this mystery man. Maybe she could send him to a different location or planet? Bulma scolded herself. Focus Bulma, focus! She was carrying an engineered material, supposedly the strongest material in the world. If she could just tie his arms with it…

It might have been better to ask one of the boys to do this in hindsight. Well, it was too late to think about that now. Man up Bulma! You've done far more dangerous stuff than this! You just simply have to grab his wrists and tie them together while he's heavily sedated, she spoke to herself jovially.

She stood next to the bed and stretched her body to reach his wrists. Shit, she couldn't reach it. Suddenly the stern voice of her mother popped up in her head. Oh my! Cursing is not something a lady does, Bulma.

Shut up! I'm saying it in my head, so I can curse however I want! Bulma slapped herself again, although mentally this time. Here she was, trying to tie up an extremely sexy…err old and dangerous alien and she was arguing with herself about manners. She was so close, just a tiny bit further. Yes that's it, you're almost there, she sang to herself. The golden aura had faded to a soft glow. It felt warm on her hands. It was kind of…pleasant?

In the blink of an eye the man beneath her had turned around and yanked her on the bed. She felt a heavy weight push onto her. He had pinned her down tightly.. 'No!' Bulma looked through some strands of blue hair right in the intense steel eyes of their unwelcome guest. Her hair was everywhere, except in the right direction. Vegeta stroked the blue strands to the sides of her face, almost tenderly. Bulma was taken aback. What was he doing?! More importantly, what was he going to do with her?! Bulma tried to push him off of her, but she couldn't move an inch! It was like she was trying to move a solid tank! She couldn't even tell if he was aware of it that she was trying to move beneath him. The thoughts of the young woman trailed down a different path. Oh my! She could feel the outlines of his abdominal muscles. Damn it Bulma! Not now!

" Well well well…what do we have here. Bulma Briefs. Tsk tsk tsk." The mystery guest huskily whispered in her ear.

Bulma felt her cheeks burn unwillingly. Damn, this guy made her feel…aroused? The knowledge that this was potentially the most dangerous being on the planet only added to the effect, strangely enough.

" Listen sir, you are too heavy on top of me. Just let me go! I am in a relationship, this is almost cheating…" She saw that he didn't register what she was saying and that his pupils were heavily dilated. Stupid, stupid me! He is baked!

"Took you long enough to come to your senses. You should just admit it when you're wrong, woman". The young Bulma wondered what he meant by that, but she had no time to think about it any further. This chunk of raw testosterone on top of her trailed the nape of her neck slowly with his index finger. Bulma screamed inwardly at herself. Look what you've gotten yourself into! How am I going to resist this and direct his attention away?

" Sir, get off of me! You are too heavy – "

" Hm…calling me 'Sir' now all of a sudden? Since when did you finally learn to respect your superior?"

Okay, that was just strange. This man was clearly challenged in his sanity. Now he was mixing up servants and former lovers or something? Why was this man talking like he already knew her? Maybe she had been one of his servants. Bulma was not impressed. She was not going to be someone's servant in the future. She deserved to be served! She gathered the strength from her pride to resist the delicious stroking this being was performing on her and she took a deep breath.

"Listen Casanova, I don't know what you are talking about, but I am not one of your sleazy servants! Now will you KINDLY get off of me?" There was a moment of silence and Bulma watched as the eyes of her captor narrowed. He didn't understand why she was saying all this gibberish, but it was clear that she was rejecting him.

"Humf, stupid woman. Do not interrupt my sleep again for your nonsense!" He grabbed her from under him and threw her off the bed. Bulma's round behind broke the fall. "Ouch!" The mystery guest hadn't heard her (thankfully) as he was sound asleep again. The blue haired youngster slipped out of the guestroom en cursed under her breath. Well that had worked like a charm, she muttered sarcastically.

.***.

Bulma slowly descended the stairs and entered the living room, where here family and friends were seated. With each step the question marks on their faces grew bigger. In an attempt to cover up her failed mission she charged them head on.

"What are you all looking at?"

Krillin was the first to speak up. "Well, how did it go?"

Bulma looked at her feet. "He woke up…and.."

" And…?" they all spoke in unison.

"And he thought I was some sort of servant or something." She thought best of leaving the seduction part out of her story.

The people around her seemed to be disappointed, except for Goku. "Well, maybe we should just give him what he wants?" he spoke neutrally.

Yamcha looked at him incredulously. "You don't know what he is going to do with the dragon balls, Goku! A powerful alien like that could accomplish some dangerous stuff with them. I don't think we should trust him!"

Goku pondered his response for a moment. "Well, he is already the strongest guy in this world. Maybe even in the whole universe. It's hard to imagine that someone could become stronger than him. He could kill us if he wants to and he hasn't".

"YET!" corrected Yamcha.

Bunny poured everyone some more lemon tea and commented randomly on the weather. Bubbles were floating above her head.

Krillin sighed and looked at Bulma's father for guidance. He was the only reasonable adult in this company. The older man petted the kitty on his shoulder and made a thinking sound.

"Hmmm. Has anyone thought of asking him what he wants to wish for yet?"

.***.

"Why do I have to do it again? I've already put my life in danger this afternoon!" Bulma pouted.

"Because he seems to be more relaxed around you for some reason, Bulma! Besides, he said that we were some kind of enemy. You said that you were some kind of servant of him in the future?"

The blue haired woman scowled. This was turning out to be the worst day of her life. Now they were coaxing her to talk more to that dangerous, unpredictable alien again and she swore she had just smelled some sort of sweet perfume on Yamcha's shawl. It almost made her feel better about the steamy incident in the guestroom. She sighed and gave in.

"All right, fine. But I'm not interrupting his sleep again!"

"Ok babe, we'll wait then." Yamcha smiled forcefully, secretly hoping that his girlfriend wouldn't find out about the date he was having, before he felt a strong surge of power coming from the home of his girlfriend.

The dreams of the fallen prince were filled with shreds from the past, the present and the future. One moment he was being sucked into the nightmare he had been living with the androids and the next moment he was still serving under Frieza's reign. He heard the terrible cackling of Frieza alternate with the dull laughing of the androids. At one point they were all stepping on his head, while he lay beaten on the ground. He felt heels sinking into his temple. The tormented prince had fallen into the deepest pit of humiliation and even the bottom of that pit had been ripped out to let him sink even deeper into a vortex of broken pride, crushed ideals and shells of bitterness.

And then there was the piercing crying sound of a newborn baby. He immediately knew that it belonged to his only spawn. He had hated the sound with a passion when Trunks had still been alive, but now the memory had become some sort of comfort. It was one of few memories he had that held some sort of significance in his life. The piercing sound died inside his mind and he tried to bring it back by running towards the direction from where the sound was coming from.

And then there was she. The older, true version of his mate. She enveloped him with her bosom and bit his neck softly, comforting him. It was almost as if she was really there, it felt so real. He felt her caressing him over the length of his body. He relaxed in her grip and buried himself in her.

***

Bulma peaked inside the guestroom and heard the guest-slash-living-tank whimper in his sleep. He had been sleeping for twenty hours total. If he hadn't been some rude alien intruder, she might have been concerned. She had wanted to check his pulse to see if he was still alive, but that wasn't necessary anymore. She could have sworn that she heard him say something that sounded like her name.

" Hm…I probably shouldn't have drugged him that heavily."