Disclaimer: Look at the first chapter…but if you're to lazy then no, I don't. Sorry it took me so long to update. I thought more about it, and completely rewrote this chapter. But here it is. Thanks again to all that have read and reviewed. Hope everyone had a good holiday!

It was the brat, it must be, how could it not; with those cerulean eyes like his mothers. I could barley stand it. Damn if the woman didn't give him a beating he would have rather had from Frezia! The two males stood staring at each other for a minute. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Attacking my mother like that?!" The young boy screeched at him. Wincing at the high familiar pitch Vegeta started to stumble away towards the body laying several yards away. "Hey! I'm talking to you, you dumb shit!" Trunks ran ahead and placed himself between his mother and the battered man heading towards him. "Get out of my way brat." Vegeta meant to step aside the runt, but he was quick. "No", the boy pivoted so that Vegeta could not get anywhere near the woman. He could smell blood; he could see it running out of her body, see her internal organs exposed, could hear the slowing pace of her heart. "If you don't let me near the wench she's going to die" Vegeta curtly stated. With all the blood loss he had sustained himself; he was having a hard time concentrating. "YOU will not get near my mother. I will take her. You will lead the way" Trunks said. He backed up, never taking his eyes off of Vegeta and picked up his mother. Smirking, Vegeta turned and headed toward the medical ward.

6 Hours Later…

Trunks was looking into the tank the short man had stepped into. It might be him. Mom described him perfectly. It must be. He HAS to be my father. Vegeta. The entire length of time Trunks had not left the medical ward. He was studying the machinery being used; only speculating at what it was doing; warding off any intruders though there hardly were any. But mostly he studied Vegeta. He remembered the stories his mother told him when he was younger about his father. His 'dashing good looks', tanned and toned skin, flame like hair, rotten attitude, tremendous power (however that was lacking at the time). It was him. Trunks was sure of it. But he would wait for his mother to awaken to confirm his assumption. Getting up from his crossed legged position he walked up to the tank until his breath coated the glass with every exhale.

With a jerk Vegeta's eyes snapped open to behold cerulean blue gazing back at him with a broad smile. But Vegeta paid no attention to the small boy, for a far fearsome creature lurked behind him. Narrowing his eyes to pin-points Vegeta watched as the white lizard approached his future mate's offspring with a sinister grin. "My, my Vegeta. I asked you to spy on Bulma, and what do you bring back to me? A token to taunt her with? Bravo! My dear Monkey Prince, bravo!" Vegeta could only watch as the small child tried to protect him and Bulma from the white lizard but was quickly subdued and rendered unconscious. With the boy slung over his shoulder Frieza waltzed out of the medical ward. But before leaving and without looking back he let a small but powerful ki blast aimed straight toward the electrical unit that allowed the regeneration tanks to function properly. With a resonating blast the last thing that crossed Vegeta's mind before darkness was the sight of flame and fire.

Blast Frezia! I swear when I attain my birth right I will kill you slowly and painfully! Mentally Vegeta had been cursing Frezia for hours since his consciousness had been regained. Slowly and painfully he had carried Bulma to the nearest warrior ship and set course off the planet and trying to track where Frezia had taken off too. Bulma was mostly healed when the explosion went off, so he put decided to put her in his bedroom chambers instead of a regeneration tank.

Slamming his fist down onto the console Vegeta cursed yet again. "Computer, Set course to Planet Awethia, Tarthe galaxy." Seconds passed before the computer replied, "Set course to Planet Awethia, Tarthe galaxy. ETA sixteen hours." With the ship being on autopilot and there being no other need for him to be on the commanding deck he left and headed for his chambers. It was time to wake up the onna and that would be a delicate matter.

Fuck, why do I have to tell her that her brat has been kid napped? Why the fuck am I even helping her go after the damn thing….Vegeta stopped mid-stride. It had never occurred to him. He had set course after her brat purely upon instinct, as if the child were his. Shaking his head and continuing toward his room he renounced the thought to just doing it because she was to be his mate and it was part of the courting process to make the intended happy. A rugged sigh escaped his lips as the metal door opened to his room and then his bedroom door. Vegeta stopped at the very sight of her sprawled out on his bed.

Slowly he approached the bed, taking in her sight. Bulma lay on top of the covers, hair dried and clumped together, face still stained with dirt and blood from their battle as well at contusions forming. Vegeta couldn't help the roaming of his eyes as he examined the rest of her body. Her chest was barley covered from the scraps left. Vegeta let his eyes selfishly linger on the rise and fall of chest, taking notice that she was gifted with bountiful assets. Clenching his jaw as thoughts began to bombard his mind he looked further down her body as he came to a stop by the side of the bed. Her stomach was bare; due to the last blast he had aimed at her, and would have killed her. Now he admired the toned midriff as it clenched as her body moved. Kami, how I wish I could make you move like that…Vegeta trailed off, feeling his loins begin to tighten.

Taking a deep breath to calm his senses, he gazed back at her face only to frown. Her face was pained and her body contorted as if she was reliving a painful encounter. Vegeta sat down beside her, slowly and very gently he reached out to her. He stopped, drawing his fingers back into a fist before touching her soft white flesh as she moaned in pain and gasped. "NO", she violently murmured. With more determination Vegeta once again reached out and as gently as he could brush the backs of his fingers against Burma's cheeks. Instantly the woman stilled and moved toward his warmth. If it were possibly Vegeta's eyes softened and something twitched at his mouth. Again he let his fingers trail the side of her face as Bulma's body came around to curl up against his. See woman, when that damn mouth of yours isn't moving and your mind isn't over thinking things you can be quite accommodating, Vegeta smugly thought to himself. Then something unexpected happened.

Bulma let out a whimper, "Vegeta", she spoke softly and silent tears began to fall down her face. Bewildered by her reaction Vegeta took Bulma's face in his hands and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. A tightening in his chest began, though he didn't know the cause, didn't care either. His only concentration was the beautiful woman beneath him. With another gasp and a jerk, his beautiful maiden awoke. With a shaky breath, "Wher-." "Onna, are you ok?" Vegeta broke in; there would be plenty of time for explanations. Sitting up, Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta and buried her head in his chest. "Tell me, is he…Kami I can't say it." "No, he still lives, but just so. Frezia has taken him. I could not do anything. I was in the regeneration tank and the bastard blew it up before I had time to power up to protect myself. We are currently on route to Planet Arwethia. I don't know what he wants with your son, but I'm sure he's passed through. We will receive some sort of information when we get there." "Please Vegeta…I'll-I'll do anything, anything at all to get him back. Please, help me find my son. Make me do whatever you want, no price is too great for getting him back" she pleaded as she began to shake in his grasp. Soothingly Vegeta rubbed her back just as he remembered his mother doing to him as a small boy to calm him down.

After a few minutes Bulma started to purr, the rubbing felt great. It was calming her down and soothing her senses all at the same time. But when Vegeta didn't reply with a negotiation of some sort it started to make her nervous. She turned her body so that he cradled her like a mother would a baby. A few minutes more passed and still Vegeta had yet to say a word of some sort of contract between the two. Slowly she looked up and got lost in his scorching ebony eyes. She held her breath for a moment and then exhaled. My Kami, he's been staring at me the whole bleedin' time! "Vegeta", she whispered. As she did his eyes glanced at her lips then came back to her eyes.

Bulma could feel her heart rate increase; Vegeta being silent was never a good cause and being in his clutches made matters even worse. Wriggling about to get out of his grasp, but to no avail, his grip only tightened. His gaze seemed to smolder into hers with each passing second. I just want you. The emotion was clearly seen in his eyes, if not punctuated by the stiffness in his pants. Slowly, his face descended upon hers; Bulma closed her eyes and wrapped an arm around his neck to help bring him downto her. She could feel his breath upon her face, taste his very scent, but still he paused; only a hair's breathe away. Bulma wouldn't allow the luxury of waiting. She closed the miniscule distance and her senses rejoiced at the full contact of his flesh. The heat from his body was spreading to each of her limbs but the taste of him was down right intoxicating. Vegeta tasted of cinnamon and something other, something she couldn't quite place but loved immediately.

Vegeta deepened the kiss, pulling Bulma closer and letting his tongue dart out to taste her. She tasted of jasmine and mint, perfect as far as he was concerned. Vegeta let his hands roam over her skin, kneading the soft flesh. Years he had waited to taste her and he wasn't about to rush anything. But time was not on his side, he could feel her begin to pull away from him and as much as his body protested it, he let her. Both parties were panting, "I-I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Please forgive my behavior." Slipping out of his grasp she walked towards his bedroom door. "I'll take the room across the hallway. And, thank you Vegeta. You don't know what this means to me."

Vegeta could smell the woman's arousal in the air; she was more affected by their interaction than she had let on. Soon onna. Soon your instincts will arise and you will become mine. With a devious smirk Vegeta treaded off to shower and relieve himself of his current situation and contemplate the many ways in which he would make his future mate scream his name.

OOOOOOOKKKKKKAAAAYYYYY!!!! Sooo, I'm a bit late and I REALLY apologize for that. Really. I do. But I hope that you like this chapter anyways. I know that Vegeta is a bit OOC, but hey, it's the whole mating thing ok, and no one really knows how a Saiyan really acts. So there. Lol

Next time: Being already a bonded pair, the mating cycle is beginning to start and what happens when they reach planet Arweithia, a highly sexual planet? Hahaha, lots of sex!!! So beware! LEMON in next chapter (I'll tell you when cause there is more plot development then just sex)!!!!!!!!!!!!