Authors Note: Thank you to all who reviewed this story, DBZlover 135 and IComeInPeace and Anonymous. It makes me so happy that people actually enjoy what I've written. Just wanted to say thanks and I own nothing. Still trying to figure out how to make a "page break or a way to differentiate the different scenes…hopefully I'll figure it out but anyway here's where things get a little twisted. Hope you enjoy!

It was late, he could feel it. His eyes were dry and irritated but he made no move to rub them, he continued to read the last page of the letter. He had re read the letter a total of fourteen times start to finish. It didn't make sense. He couldn't believe what was written on the pages of parchment.

Sitting up straight, he ignored the screaming of his muscles in protest. Standing he threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Stuffing the letter in his pocket he took off.

Landing softly on the 5th story balcony he found the doors open so he crept in pushing back the sheer white curtain that was billowing in the night breeze.

He shook slightly, his palms damp; he had almost no control over his legs as they moved forward. He gazed at the small female curled up in the middle of the four poster bed, one hand under her pillow, the other pulled tightly under her chin. The pale moonlit cast dancing shadows over her tan skin making her appear as an angel.

He knelt down and slowly crept his trembling hand towards her stomach. His throat was dry; his tongue felt thick in his mouth, a sinking feeling settled over him. Willing his fingers to still, he ever so gently placed his hand on her lower stomach. Closing his eyes he focused his breathing and his mind on her energy. Hers was a blinding warm yellow sunshine color. He could get lost in her energy signature for hours; it calmed and soothed him more than anything. There was another energy, if he hadn't been looking for it he would have never had known it was there. It was small but strong, a pale blue, so pale it was almost white.

He flinched when he felt a hand on his; looking at her face he saw a small tired smile on her face. The energy faded, it was so small he didn't even think she knew she was pregnant. Pregnant with his heir…his son.

"Vegeta?" Her voice nothing more than a soft breath of a whisper.

"Shhh..," He moved a stray strand of hair off her face.

She rolled onto her back stretching slightly. "What time is it?"

He breathed a kiss onto her forehead. "It's late. Go back to sleep." He went to pull away when she grabbed his hand.

"Stay?" she cracked her eyes slightly to look at her lover.

He nodded and shed his clothes sliding in beside her.

She turned and curled into his chest kissing his pectoral scar like normal. He held her tighter than normal letting the arm under her neck play with her damp hair. This light breeze bringing the scent of her apple shampoo to his nose. He sighed heavily. A million and d ne thoughts ran through his head at one time. Starring down at her trying to memorize the feel of her in his arms.

"What's wrong? You're tense." She whispered kissing his scar again, the motion usually making him melt and let his guard down.

"Nothing, I…." He stopped not trusting his voice with the sudden lump forming. Clearing his throat he spoke so softly. "I just want to hold you." He pulled her even closer.

She nodded and fell back to sleep content in his arms.

She awoke alone in the bed the next morning. Feeling where his body had been she knew he had left early, the spot on her bed was cold. Grabbing his pillow she buried her face in it inhaling the familiar scent. Stretching she go up and went to make breakfast before showering and heading to Capsule Corp.

Vegeta was punishing his body at 400 times gravity. He struggled to keep up with the droids that were trying to kill him. He had to stay focused! He was exhausted from the emotional roller coaster he had been on and was paying for not sleeping last night. He had chosen instead to watch the small frail human who had come to mean so much to him as she slept.

One of the energy blasts caught him in the shoulder sending him to the ground, rolling away at he last second to avoid being killed by his own blast.

Sending out another, he was able to make the two cancel each other. Stumbling to the control panel he managed to turn off the artificial gravity... Sliding to the floor he hung his head still not having figured out how to solve his problem.

His breathing had just returned to normal when he felt her energy on the compound. He stood and glanced at his mangled shoulder. "I've had worse." He mumbled to himself.

He felt energy, a neon blue green color. It belonged to the loud obnoxious blue haired woman. A self proclaimed genius. "That's it." He growled for not thinking of his answer sooner.

"Hey Bulma," She yawned.

"Hey….oh my gosh," She rushed over from behind her desk. "Are you alright?" She pressed the back of her hand to the girls' forehead.

She smiled weakly. "Yea, I think so. I think I have that bug that's been going around." She sat down heavily. After breakfast she tried to think about how odd it had been that Vegeta had shown up at three in the morning with his hand on her belly. He hadn't said anything; she had just laid there pretending to be asleep. Several expressions crossed his masculine face, fear, excitement, pride and sadness.

"Yeah, sure, are you sure you want to be here-"She was cut short by the loud familiar harsh call of a demanding guest.

"Woman!" He called through the empty echoing halls.

Both women looked to the door where he would be making his grand entrance. They gasped en they saw him shirtless and covered in blood. A deep gash marred his shoulder exposing the muscles tissue.

Faith paled and covered her mouth. "Oh my god." She bolted for the lavatory where she was heard losing her breakfast.

He sighed as he listened to her wretch. His shoulders sagged minutely.

"Faith," Bulma sighed and went to follow her friend to make sure she wasn't vomiting in her hair when a hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"No, leave her." He commanded as gently as he could. "We need to talk."

Looking at him she looked back to the bathroom. "But I…"

"Now." He walked out leaving no room for rebuttal.

Catching up with his large strides she managed to get ahead of him taking the lead of where they were going. "Fine but we'll talk as I'm fixing up your shoulder. I don't want you bleeding all over the place." She lead him to the make shift infirmary.

It was setup for triage most days. Two gurneys for patients, standard first aid equipment and enough tools for minor surgery. The room smelled sterile. She flicked on the lights indicating him to sit on one of the beds. He grumbled every now and then that it was s just a scratch as she scrubbed up snapping on her white latex gloves.

She watched him carefully as she determined how to dress his wound. She noted how his head hung in defeat, and his shoulders slumped forward. He didn't have the arrogant posture of an almighty prince; rather he looked like a man that was broken and hopeless. Grabbing her suture kit she thread her needle and began to clean it deciding to wait for him to speak. Just as she was about to touch the alcohol pad to his wound his hand snapped up and grasped her wrist in the blink of an eye. He stared into her deep blue eyes and her breath caught at what she saw…he was desperate.

"I have something for you to read."

Flushing the toilet she panted and wiped her mouth on the back of her sleeve leaning back against the cool tile of the wall. She sighed and wiped the tears from her blurry eyes. Rubbing her stomach she couldn't help but start to cry. She tried to stay quiet but she couldn't help the couple of sobs that passed her lips.

A knock on the door make her head snap up. She hurriedly tried to scrub her face as the door opened. It was Yamcha.

"Hey." He knelt down and put his hand on her shoulder as he watched the tears roll down her cheeks. "Faith, what's wrong?" He asked gently pulling her into his arms, cradling her to him as she cried openly. "It's ok. I've got you." He lifted her into his arms carrying her to Bulmas' plush office and sat down with her on the couch pulling the throw blanket over her, offering soft words of comfort as more tears ran freely.

Bulma's legs gave out as she fell onto her rolling chair tears silently escaping her eyes as she read the last few lines of the letters he had given her.

It was her writing, her speech pattern, the events of what had happened to her and her friends in her time. Setting the papers down she looked helplessly to the prince not knowing what to say.

"So…are you sure Faith is –"

"Yes, I felt the energy growing in her womb." He ran a hand through is hair in exasperation.

She shook her head and stood up as if the figurative light bulb just turned on. "Hey! Wait a minute! How long have you guys been sleeping around?!" she demanded.

A VERY faint blush crept into his cheeks. He mumbled something she didn't quite catch.

"What? I didn't hear you." She smirked loving the reaction of making him appear mortal and not some cold heartless killer.

He growled, narrowing his eyes. "A little more than one Earth year."

Her eyes widened never expecting it to have been going on that long under her nose and not knowing. Thinking back to the interactions the two had she now noticed the little looks and stares, along with the coy banter the two had. She shook her head and started to clean the wound finally. "Really?"

Ne nodded once. "We are keeping this whole situation quiet. It's no one else's business what we do, not even that pathetic weakling you're considering for a mate." He warned watching the wall ahead of him as she stitched his flesh back together not even flinching or giving any indication that he was aware of what she was doing.

"Hey! Yamcha isn't…." She trailed off not able to finish her thought. She knew he was an idiot but he was cute and a good lay. Sighing she smirked. "Yeah yeah, alright. Just between the three of us." She taped gauze to his shoulder covering the stitches.

"Two." He corrected.

"What do you mean Vegeta?" She cleaned up the equipment as he pocketed the letter. "Faith does know…right?"

"If she knows she's pregnant she hasn't said anything. The energy was so small and new I don't think she is aware she is with child." He rolled his shoulder testing her work. "It was so small I don't think I would have noticed it if I hadn't been looking for it." He confessed.

"Alright well…I guess so but she should see a doctor A.S.A.P. Early care of the mother and baby can be crucial."

He nodded once and left.

"So, can you watch her? I'm going to try and find Bulma." Yamcha asked quietly laying the now sleeping woman on the couch letting her use his jacket as a pillow.

Trunks nodded and leaning against the door frame looking in on nth small frail brunette who slept fitfully.

His mind wandered. "Why do I feel like I know her? Mother never mentioned anyone named Faith.' He made a mental note to ask when he returned to his time. He stepped into the room to get a closer look. He sat in a chair near her head as he watched her face contort in pain and worry. A light sheen of sweat formed on her brow. She was having a night mare. He watched her twitch, a few strands falling into her beautiful face.

Taking advantage of the moment he studied her features. Her delicate skin was almost completely flawless, warm in color, her nose lightly speckled with freckles, her lashes were dark and thick, and her pouty lips were full and the color of ripe berries. She was beautiful.

'I wonder why mother never mentioned her. They seem like really good friends here in this time.' Gently her reached out and tucked the strand that had fallen in her face behind her ear. She was burning up; he was startled when his fingers grazed her cheek.

Her eyes opened and he was shocked by their vibrant violet color. She seemed to look at him without actually seeing him. Almost as if she were still in that state between being awake and being asleep.

Not knowing what to do he tried not to startle her. He made no sudden movements and locked eyes with her. He smiled, "hi." He greeted.

She did the one thing he never expected her to do…She opened her mouth and screamed.