I'm so sorry I haven't updated, I got caught up in Uni work and just couldn't find the time to write but inspiration sang it's merry tune today so I got this out. I've had one or two of you mention that the chapters are a little short and I'm sorry for that but I'm only going to make them as long it takes to cover the content I feel should be in that chapter. I don't want to go padding it out with lengthy descriptions about the kitchen sink or push and push to add content which may slow the pace down. We'll see how we go.

Tevinssj3: Thank you for your three reviews this chapter is a bit Bulma centric but I will get on to Chichi.

Elleelle: I hope to deal with the whole family coping with the fusion with the majority of the focus being on Vegito, Chichi and Bulma. To me, since they split in the series and went back to normal lives, I feel that dealing with the split would essentially be recovering the series.

Valevilandra: I'll take that on board, thank you.

Nicenipps: I'm not implying anything about Saiyan stamina but Vegeta has shown possessive qualities and Goku didn't even realise marriage was a commitment and not something you eat so I don't think the two together would immediately go for the sharing option, though I don't think he'd be entirely opposed to it either. But it's not just him it's the women too and that's what this story is about.

T: Indeed

KABLOOEY12: Eeek please don't hurt it, I need it.

"Sex."

Bulma's eyes went wide and she smacked her hands over Trunk's ears, "Chichi!"

Gohan had a similar reaction with Goten.

Vegito didn't respond, just sat at the head of the table and somehow managed to smirk and look sheepish at the same time.

"Well that's what it comes down to," Chichi said matter-of-factly.

Bulma frowned, "Gohan will you take the boys out while we discuss this please?"

Gohan complied. In the week it had taken them all to get to this point, it was only really Bulma and Chichi that kept their distance from Vegito. Trunks and Goten still thought it was 'the coolest thing ever' and all four of them had spared regularly in the gravity chamber. Of course, not even Gotenks could hold a candle to Vegito but it had still been fun. Sure they came out with fresh cuts and bruises from working themselves to breaking point but thanks to their Saiyan heritage they healed pretty quickly.

"What were you thinking?" Bulma raged as soon as the door was shut.

"I'm not going to pussy foot around the subject any longer," Chichi replied, crossing her arms defiantly.

"But in front of the children Chichi?"

Chichi didn't answer. Bulma groaned and ran a hand through her hair, "Fine let's get to the point then?"

A snigger caught them both of guard. Both woman flushed, remembering they weren't the only ones in the room they turned to the head of the table to see Vegito leaning casually back on the two back legs of his chair smirking in amusement.

"What's so funny mister?" Bulma frowned. Her frown deepened when she realised this was the first thing she'd said to him since the look out, her insides turned over, she felt nervous and excited at the same time.

"Well there's no need to fight about it, I'm sure we could make an arrangement," he leaned forward so all four legs of the chair touched the floor, resting his arms on the table and giving her an easy smirk that was so like Vegeta and yet softer somehow. The blatant sexuality of what he's said was so very much like her husband, when she got him alone and out of the gravity chamber of course but to say so in front of Chichi? And so obviously? That had to be coming from Goku.

"Woah there," Chichi had jumped up, practically lunging across the table to get between the two.

He clasped her wrist, "Don't worry I wouldn't be neglecting you."

Chichi went bright red but her expression said it was more in anger than anticipation. Bulma fidgeted, that relaxed confidence that Vegeta had so very rarely shown was kind of alluring in a way.

Snatching her hand back Chichi settled back into her chair and turned her nose up at Vegito, looking back again at Bulma. Clearly the potential of the situation didn't appeal to her. "In 6 months we can summon the dragon correct?"

Bulma and Vegito nodded.

"So we'll wish them apart."

"But Bu-"

"Dende's dragon balls give us two wishes now," Vegito said.

"Oh yes," Bulma mumbled.

"So no sex until then."

Now Bulma went bright red, she wasn't used to be told what to do nor so blatantly. Yes Vegeta still, used, to order her around but that wasn't the same.

"Chichi I-"

"Is that going to be a problem for you?" the black haired woman raised an eyebrow at her. Bulma gulped, Gohan was right, his mom could be really scary.

"Do I get a say in this?"

"NO!" both women chorused. Vegito's eyebrows rose but it didn't take the smirk off his face.

"Fine fine, six months, then we'll make the wish and this'll all be over." Bulma conceded sighing and rubbing her forehead.

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Pardon?"

"The dragon balls," Vegito repeated, "what is this is permanent?"

"Then we have threesomes every night," Bulma snapped. This time it was Chichi that looked startled, they both saw the look on look on Vegito's face.

"You're actually considering it!" Chichi's mouth fell open.

"You know it's rather annoying how you're both treating me like a stranger. I know it's wierd for you, don't you think it's wierd for me too? Two sets of blending memories, to me you're both my wives I can't help it if I want you both. I'm not going to complain if it's at the same time," and there it was back again. That of so Vegeta smirk after a speech that had an almost Goku ring to it with a Vegeta flare of frankness. Chichi groaned, this was so confusing, to her this man was very foreign, living separate lives as they had over the past few years and events prior meant she hardly knew Vegeta so all these characteristics muddled in with her Goku was all too much for her. Bulma on the other hand was coping reasonably well, having known Goku much of his life just as Chichi had, but also knowing Vegeta as she did made it easier for her to see the two of them in Vegito. In all honesty there was some part of her, possibly the brilliant scientist part, that wanted to experiment, to get to know, to take apart to put back together this new individual who was new and yet old and familiar at the same time.

"Six months, no sex."

"Okay okay Chichi," Vegito held up his hands defensively at the woman looming over him.

"Good."

With that said she turned on her heal and strode out of the room leaving Vegito and Bulma still sat at the kitchen table.

Bulma glanced up at him cautiously, he wasn't really paying attention. Butterflies, why were there butterflies, this was her husband, partly, and one of her dearest friends, partly, there should not be butterflies. "Would you like a beer?"

He grinned, "Love one."

Bulma cracked a smile. No sex, fine, but that didn't mean she couldn't talk to him right? Walking over to the fridge unit she pulled out two beers and threw him one. He caught it easily and cracked it open sighing in satisfaction as he drank it down. Okay, so ogling was alright too right? Just with his head thrown back like that she had a good view of his adams apple as it bobbed with every swallow. Strong rippling muscles under smooth skin.

"I'm going to go check on the boys," she said hastily, abandoning her unopened can on the counter and dashing from the room.

Vegito finished his can and lowered it, blinking after her. Shrugging he grabbed her abandoned can and headed back to the gravity chamber, better work up a sweat after that work out.

Bulma lay awake that night, in her large luxurious bed that was made for two. Sprawled out in the middle where she could still just smell his scent, Vegeta, her Vegeta. This had been theirs, for a little while at least, she couldn't described their relationship as steady in any shape or form, especially in the early days. But in the years since Cell he'd opened up a little more, got a little closer to her and gotten closer to Trunks which was easily the bigger feat. There was something completely different about submitting to loving a child than to loving a woman and to being loved in return. Given his background it was a marvel in and of itself but she had faith in him. Had had faith in him.

She groaned and rolled over onto her side on his side of the bed, cuddling the pillow that still smelled vaguely of him. It wouldn't for much longer, it was summer, the sheets needed to be washed and changed but she couldn't bring herself to do it just yet. A cool breeze blew over her shoulders making her shiver. Getting up she opened her bedside draw and grabbed a packet of cigarettes and her lighter and wondered out onto the balcony.

It was a crystal clear night and despite the city lights twinkling below she had a fantastic view of the stars above. Lighting up she inhaled and exhaled slowly. Letting the sensation soothe her nerves, letting the night air ease away the tension. She cast her eyes down, looking at the gravity chamber, the lights were still on, he couldn't still be up could he? That said Vegeta had trained all hours and encouraged Trunks to do the same even though she insisted he had regular sleep, meals and schooling no matter how much Vegeta argued. He was a brilliant strategist, he understood the benefit of learning, maths and science, maybe even history, but it took up too much time for his liking.

She knew the boys weren't with him, she and Chichi had put Trunks and Goten to bed together and Gohan had gone to meet Videl. Hercule still didn't seem too happy about her having a boyfriend, no boy was ever going to be good enough for his little princess but saviour of the world came close. Close enough at least.

Bulma ground her burnt out stub into her ash tray and blew out her last puff of smoke watching it disappear into the air. She took one last look at the dome of the gravity chamber and decided to try and get some sleep.

Climbing into bed she curled up under a thing sheet and closed her eyes. She felt her leg itch and reached down to scratch it, murmuring and rolling over to the opposite side of the bed where it was cooler. Somewhere something was making a whining noise, she couldn't think what and now she'd heard it she couldn't stop hearing it. She rolled over again and swallowed trying to calm her mind. Then he came into her mind. That moment that afternoon in the kitchen, watching his neck, wanting to reach out and touch it.

What would he have done if she had, Chichi had said no sex right? That was very definite, she'd agreed to that, it was a good idea really. It wasn't fair to ask him to chose right? It wasn't fair to think of him with another woman like he was cheating when he wasn't. But oh why couldn't she get the thought of him with her out of her head. She squirmed a little in the bed, the sheet felt too warm, too close against her skin, she pushed it away and rolled over again.

Thinking about that strong smooth neck that cascaded down into those broad muscular shoulders. He'd been wearing Vegeta's blue Saiyan body suit and Goku's orange pants over the top. It didn't leave much to the imagination and Bulma's imagination was running away her. She was imagine sliding into his lap, his look of surprise as he moved the can away from his mouth, his lips glistening, leaning in to kiss those lips. Large warm hands at the small of her back pulled her against him to deepen the kiss.

She felt her skin tingle, the material of small cami top feeling deliciously tight against her breasts. Bulma had never been one to fancy other women but that didn't mean she didn't find her own body erotic in its own way. Running her fingers down her sides, pulling the top up slowly, imagining it was him, in that kitchen with Chichi and the boys just down the hall. They could walk in any moment to see her top bunch above her full breasts. Feeling heavy, aching in want, pressing into his palms as his thumbs glanced over her nipples and his mouth descended to her neck.

She bit her lip to stifle her groan, no longer carrying for the sheets bunched around her feet as she rolled her tightening areolas between her fingers. Pinching slightly. She could almost feel him, smell him, not quite unlike Vegeta and very masculine, pulling her up to lie across the table, kissing down her collar bone to take one pert bud into his mouth, rolling it round with his tongue and teeth in an oh so delightful way.

But it wasn't enough, reaching her hand down, skimming her fingers over the waistband of her panties and the sensitised skin of her thighs, every feathering touch heightening her anticipation. Sliding her hand down between flesh and fabric; past the carefully maintained curls to her folds. Deliciously cool fingers ran from top to tip, feeling how moist she was. Her right hand gripped her left arm to steady it as she began to easy one finger over her clit, feeling it swell, coating it in her own moisture. The position of her arms pressed her breasts together. She imaged him watching her, leant back in his chair on two legs with a smirk playing at his lips. She imaged arching her back as if offering her breasts to him, offering herself as two fingers rubbed faster over her clit.

Not too hard, just delicious motion, well lubricated. She could feel the pressure building in her core, somewhere beneath her stomach, her legs twisted and tensed in anticipation. She held her breath, bit her lip, panted wantonly begging for release, feeling his eyes on her, begging him to let her find her peak. Then she was gone, that luscious spread of pleasure through her veins. She felt the flush of her cheeks, the furious beating of her heart as she came down, relaxed into the bed.

Breathing hard she lay still for a while before the breeze from the open balcony doors caused her to draw the sheets up around herself and curled into her pillow.

This time she had no trouble getting to sleep.

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