I only own Orta and the plot.

WARNING: LEMON INBOUND.

Orta was true to her word, she tore off the remains of his armour but was forced to stop when she got to his blue spandex. Vegeta's grip halted her advances, his fingers closing around her small wrists. Having to put some force into his commanding hands, remembering she was not an Earthling, and thus could take a lot of punishment. "I'll take it from here." He could feel her heart beating fast beneath his own. She ignored him trying to claw her way through the fabric to get to him.

He used more force the next time, shoving her away. She knelt a few feet away, her tail lashing behind her. In the few seconds it took for her to recover, he'd removed the spandex and tossed it across the room, leaving both of them completely naked. They rushed each other at the same time, clashing in the centre of the room. Vegeta covered his grunt of pain with a growl as he sparred with her for the dominant role. Though strange to Earthlings, this was how Saiyan's mated almost ninety percent of the time. One had to win the sparring to have the right to be dominant and it wasn't always the male that won.

Orta was determined not to let him have another victory, although her body needed sating sooner rather than later. He managed to pin her down, once again forgetting her fifth limb which wrapped around his leg and flipped him over, placing her on top. With her legs straddling him, she grinned like a predatory cat. Orta moved her face closer to his, trapping his arms beneath her so he couldn't move. Cheek to cheek with him she nibbled his ear and used a fang to scratch him a little. This set him off, he would not let her best him, not even in the bedroom…well…Gravity Chamber…whatever.

He powered up, a cheap trick. With her unbalanced, he took his chance and knocked her back down underneath him. "That was a cheap shot, Vegeta," she snarled. Foreplay wasn't fun if he didn't play fair. He'd pinned her arms above her head with one hand and had a knee over her left leg and tail. The other leg was taken care of with his, pressing down hard enough for her to understand that he believed he'd won, but he needed her submission, her admittance of defeat.

She went to bite him instead, thrashing like a wild animal. He raised one eyebrow, "Now who's not playing fair?" She simply snarled at him. He still had his victorious smirk on his face. He would torture her until she broke, she would submit but this tactic had its risks, since she was a great deal stronger than he was used to, he had to concentrate on keeping her pinned down while he worked.

With his free hand he stroked her inner thighs, missing his final target by inches, instead he slid up her muscled abs and continued until he reached her breasts. He caressed the skin around them before moving towards her nipples. He could feel her body heating up a significant amount, her muscles tense as if working to restrain herself. Her eyes were venomous, this female wouldn't give up easily, though her body begged her to. He continued stroking and flicking her while his head moved forwards to kissing her stomach, as he moved lower he had to increase the pressure in his restraining arm. She would fight both him and her burning needs as hard as she could but her sanity was slipping the closer he moved to her scorching womanhood.

When his tongue darted out she knew it was only a matter of time before she was lost. She wriggled and writhed unable to stop a moan of pleasure escaping her. This only urged the Prince onwards to his victory. With her nub being rolled between his fingers and his tongue playing and teasing around her needing flower, she lost the fight and moaned louder, pressing her hips upwards as much as she could with his added weight. He chuckled and looked up at her, "Are you going to say it, or am I going to have to torture you some more?"

She shivered beneath him at the prospect but knew she'd once again lost to him. Sighing shakily she said the words he needed to hear. "You win, take me as your prize," his eyes lit with fiery passion as he released her, but continued with his talented tongue. She ram her fingers through his spiked hair, taking comfort in its softness as she was driven further and further to the edge of sanity. He licked and sucked and pressed deeper until finally he pushed her over the edge. She cried out his name as a bolt of electric ecstasy ran through her body from her head, making all her limbs spasm.

He didn't give her time to recover, he wasn't finished.

Both moved to a more comfortable position, her tail wrapped around his waist making sure he wouldn't move far from her as he rearranged them. He hooked her legs around him and made sure she held on with all her strength, her arms around his neck. He looked deep into her eyes as he lined himself up with her entrance. She could feel his manhood pressing against her, just as large and hard as she dreamed. He still didn't enter her though, apparently he wanted to make her plead for him.

"I will not beg," she hissed through her teeth, attempting to press herself downwards onto him but he kept her body well restrained. Though her mind was still spinning and her body quaking from the orgasm, she held onto her pride.

"Oh, really?" he continued to prod around her warmth and each touch was like someone sticking a white hot rod into her head. She shook her head slightly never breaking his eye contact. She would never let him break her this way. Sweat dripped from them both with all the restraint going on in their minds. She broke eye contact, closing her eyes and turned her face from him.

Vegeta frowned slightly, perhaps he was being too forward, pushing his luck with her. He wanted to please her but this was hitting her Saiyan pride. However, he'd learned that anticipation and build-up was the best way to mate, also it would cause his mate to enjoy it so much more. He made sure to get her attention back by slipping inside her folds just a little bit. Her eyes snapped open, her heart in her mouth. Orta's eyes returned to his and the expression he read was relief and gratitude though he was sure she would've probably wanted to hide those from him.

She was unable to stop the word that escaped her lips and would kick herself later for it.

"Please…" she whispered, her entire form shaking with anticipation. With one last smirk of triumph he thrust into her entirely, feeling her warmth complete him. Never had he felt so blissful until then.

Orta let go of all her restraint, now unembarrassed by how much she moaned. Vegeta moved faster, thrusting harder than before, looking at his mate with renewed awe. She felt amazing around him, her muscles tensed around him when he pulled back and released every time his hips pounded into her. Arching her spine let him hilt inside of her, filling every ounce of her body with pleasure.

After so long with no female contact he was finding it hard to stop himself from finishing it right there. He had to fight her to remove himself as her muscles nearly locked him inside. Once out he repositioned her, though she began to claw at him when he placed her back upon the cool floor. Her nails creating gouges on his back, her tail tightening around him, she needed him to continue to let her lose herself with him inside her. The Prince obliged, finished with his teasing games.

He grasped her hair and tugged it as he forced his lips into hers, she accepted gratefully as though she was drowning and he was the breath of air she needed to survive. He thrust back into her with all the force he could muster, ignoring the minor pain this caused him. Breaking the kiss, Orta screamed in response, not in pain but in sudden pleasure. She manoeuvred her hips to get the best out of their union, although it would become insignificant effort. The time had come for them both to finish their union both cried out as they felt the white light of energy and ecstasy envelope them. The entire room shook with the sudden increase in power. Simultaneously they sank each other's fangs into their partner's neck, drawing blood.

Both were lost in pleasure as Vegeta spilled inside of her. She felt his emotions flood through her body, his pain and pleasure were hers to share. Drawing back she licked his wound watching it heal within seconds, knowing he had experienced the same. They were locked together as mates forever now, only death could part them. Regardless of how far he was she would be able to sense him.

With his body covered with sweat and panting like a dog, Vegeta pulled out of her, his whole form shaking. He was still reeling from the feeling of being joined with another; when their minds had merged he'd felt her strength and power pour into him. Kakarot would surely be beneath him now, his mate was pure Saiyan after all.

Looking down at his mate, he smirked. Her eyes were closed, her heart was beating like a galloping horse. Her tail was still attached to him so he couldn't do anything but slide off of her and as he lay on his back, he moved her so her head was resting on his chest. Pressing his nose into her hair, he breathed her scent and recalled the moment they joined. Feeling her heart lift with adoration and elation had left him feeling strange. Those emotions were foreign to him but now he had her share her emotions, he didn't want to rid himself of them.

He moved his lips to her ear and whispered in one breath, "Guess what?" She didn't open her eyes or move an inch but he knew she'd heard perfectly well.

"What?" she said after a pause.

He smirked into the side of her jaw and nibbling her ear he answered, "You begged." He felt her bristle but she restrained her comment, he was right but that didn't mean she had to dignify the taunt with a retort. With that, the two Saiyan's fell into the most pleasant sleep either would know.

A few days later in the mountains…

Piccolo was trying to meditate but his thoughts kept returning to the female Saiyan. She was a danger to them all, should she get too close to Vegeta as he feared she had already, their futures would be destroyed. He had to take steps, if no one else would. Opening his eyes he picked out Gohan and Goku sparring several hundred feet in the air at super speed. The young hybrid was still far from ready but his gradual improvement was gratifying.

The sun was at its highest point in the sky, showering the surrounding mountains and forest in warmth. Goku's silhouette was against the sun as he finished his son with an elbow to the stomach, sending him into the ground like a meteorite. The dust spread several yards before he landed at his side to help him up. "You're almost there, son."

Gohan grunted and crawled out of his hole. "I'm nowhere near ready, Dad," he brushed himself down feeling the immense bruising start to take effect.

His father shrugged, "we still have a long time to go, but I've no doubts you'll do fine." Goku's eyes found Piccolo looking more agitated than usual. He flew over to join him, "what? You don't think he'll be ready either?"

Piccolo's eyes looked dark as he returned the Saiyan's gaze. "Gohan isn't the one worrying me right now."

Goku's literal wide eyed innocence was not making the Namekian feel any better. "Then what?"

Getting to his feet Piccolo felt his cape brush the tree behind him. "It's that Saiyan…you heard what Trunks said…what if she has already meddled too much and changed everything."

"He never said anything about another Saiyan appearing…that much is true," he admitted looking mildly bothered. "But then as Orta said, something caused her pod to open. Perhaps Trunks did it by arriving here." He shook his head and brushed it away. "I'm sure everything will turn out fine. We could use all the help we can get."

Piccolo grunted in disbelief, "What we don't need is another enemy at our backs. I'm going to stop this before it goes too far." Goku reached out as the Namekian flew off at his top speed.

"Piccolo…wait!" he paused a moment and looked back at Gohan, finding he was standing only a few feet behind him. The moment he opened his mouth Gohan intervened.

"No, I'm not staying behind. Whatever's going on, I'm helping." He took off after Piccolo and Goku whimpered slightly. Chi-Chi was going to kill him later. He took off after them both, soon catching up.

Back at the Brief's residence…

Orta was getting really tired with Vegeta's ego. He'd been beating her at every sparring session, his gloating behaviour didn't even have to be with words. Even when they'd returned to the bedroom for more pleasurable activities, he once again trumped her efforts and that smug look on his face was impossible to wipe off.

She stood panting, sweat dripping from her brow. She'd managed to catch him up to his now seemingly impossible level of four hundred and fifty times Earth's gravity. Her mate was also out of breath but was instead floating in the air above her. "Are you done playing around or do I have to send for the medical bots again?"

She snarled her displeasure at him. She met his taunt with what remained of her strength, using her super speed punches and kicks, getting a few under his guards and with one last spin kick she connected it to his neck, sending him spiralling into the floor. She darted to the ground to finish him when his hand came up and blocked her punch sending his other hand into her stomach, lifting her small form into the air and slamming into the wall. She coughed up blood, both were used to such injuries.

Still his smirk was pasted on his lips, though he winced in pain. Orta powered up again and flew at him, using super speed to dart in and out of sight, circling him as he'd risen to meet her charge. She sent multiple kicks to his shins and kneed him in the spine until he spun and slammed his knee into her hip, slowing her speed attack enough so he could track her. She ignored the pain and again darted around him, appearing above him slamming her joined fists into his skull. He rocketed down and didn't have the chance to rise as she straddled his chest, her tail winding around his wrists, binding them as she lifted her hand with a Ki blast readied.

He simply looked at her, eyes wider than they were usually and the angry sneer on her face transformed into a smile of triumph. She'd finally one-upped him. She'd won.

A sudden loud banging on the hatch door broke her concentration enough for Vegeta to take advantage, head-butting her hard in the chest. With the wind knocked out of her, she let go of him and her Ki died. He threw her off of him and cast a small Ki blast behind him without looking, heading for the centre console. The Ki blast knocked her into the wall and she fell unceremoniously on her face. She cursed in every language she knew.

Struggling to get up, she saw the lights around them brighten from the dim red to normal. The gravity returned to normal as well, lifting so much weight from her shoulders she hadn't been aware how much she was straining her body. Before Vegeta headed for the door he threw a towel at her face, "Clean yourself up." When the towel dropped from her face she saw the scarlet stains of blood. She would kill whoever was outside that door for interrupting her victory.

The Prince opened the hatch, "What do you want Namekian?" Orta's eyes rose to see the green alien outside. When she moved forwards as casually as she could, she found that Goku or Kakarot and a young boy was with him.

She identified him as Kakarot's son by the build and facial structure. She found it odd that he had no tail but would remember to question that later. "Paying a house call?" she asked. The Prince ignored her as they all stepped outside. With the towel wrapped around her shoulders she followed.

After two minutes of banter the conversation turned sour, apparently her right to stay was questioned. "She belongs with me," Vegeta stated, folding his arms and staring down the trespassers. She came to stand beside him, further emphasising her small stature.

The Namekian also had his arms crossed, "That doesn't exactly help her case." With the raised voices, Bulma had come out to find the standoff in her yard. Two Saiyans against another along with a hybrid and a Namekian. She prayed that it wouldn't turn end with her home as a crater.

Orta rolled her eyes, her tail flicking behind her, catching the eyes of the hybrid boy. "I haven't killed anyone yet," she said smarmily, leaning against Vegeta.

"Not for lack of trying," Vegeta muttered without missing a beat. She glared at him darkly.

"Not helping, and also not the point!" Her eyes shot to the Namekian as her tail curled around Vegeta's waist. She moved towards the alien, "what right do you have to tell me where I can and cannot stay, you aren't' exactly a lovable native yourself."

"She has a point," Bulma intervened with little heart. Since both had been ignoring each other, their animosity had been on neutral grounds.

Piccolo looked down at Bulma's small form. She still stood strong as she always had but her demeanour had changed. Something had transpired that had stomped out her good humour. "She can't stay!" By the time the words left Piccolo's mouth he realised it was fruitless. He'd watched Orta's tail slyly wrap around Vegeta and the Prince moved to push her back as though she was going in for a fight.

"And why not?" asked Bulma ignoring the fact that a fight was about to break out. With her Prince a step in front of her, she barely sensed the rising Ki and sudden attack Piccolo shot out, aimed directly at Orta's tail. Vegeta easily deflected it with two fingers, watching it explode into a tree. "Hey! Watch it!" the Earthling snapped at the Namekian. Piccolo ignored her.

"Answer her Namekian, why not?" Vegeta stood not a foot in front of Orta, his eyes hard a smirk not far from his lips.

Piccolo looked defeated, he lowered his eyes. Goku's hair seemed more static than ever after he watched Piccolo attack. Vegeta would normally have loved to challenge the Namekian but something was stopping him, holding him back. Gohan and Piccolo seemed to be the only ones aware of what Orta's tail was doing. Her grip on Vegeta had tightened as he deflected the Ki attack.

Through their bond she'd sent a telepathic message, He's taunting you, don't give him a reason to further his argument. He'd done as she'd requested and not furthered the battle although he very much wanted to crush the Namekian for good.

Piccolo seemed to be caught between a rock and a hard place. "This isn't how it was supposed to be."

Vegeta made sure his mate was still out of the line of fire as he stepped slightly to one side of her. "What are you talking about Namekian?"

"Don't, Piccolo," Goku reached for his shoulder but he shook his friend off.

"It's too late, they've already changed everything. She's changed the future!" He jabbed a finger at Orta who said and did nothing in response. She was intrigued that apparently she had done something worth making a fuss over.

Bulma sighed and stood in the middle of them, staring down the Namekian without breaking. "The future was already changed the moment that boy left his own time." Every warrior turned to stare at her. With her hands on her hips, she was determined to shoot down all their bickering once and for all. "I am the daughter of one of the most brilliant minds on the planet. I know the theories of time travel." She brushed her hair out of her eyes as she looked back at Vegeta and Orta then returned her gaze to the Namekian. "When that boy left his own time he created this dimension, our dimension. It's an alternative to his, whatever happens here will not affect his timeline, only ours." She let this information sink in for a minute before Goku moved first.

"So we're not all doomed?" he asked, still unsure of the large words that came out of Bulma's mouth.

The Prince rolled his eyes, "hardly." He looked back at his mate. "With an extra pure Saiyan with intact Oozaru capabilities we'll have no problem defeating the androids." His arm wrapped around her waist possessively.

"So what was this future you were on about us destroying?" Orta's eyes bored into Kakarot, the easier target for mental pressure.

Sweat beaded down his head as his eyes flicked between her and Bulma, "err…nothing." He lifted his hands in a minor panic, waving away her concerns.

Both Vegeta and Orta answered at the same time, "really?" with a mutual glance of amusement both turned to return to the house, hunger now scratching at their insides. Their usual banter about who had won the most that day was out of their heads while the idea of the mysterious boy and his time travelling capabilities run through their heads.

"So, you mind telling me what that was about?" said Bulma to Piccolo, pressing herself forwards in an attempt to be intimidating.

"It's none of your concern right now."

"No? Well since your petty fight nearly started a battle which would have ended with my house as a giant hole in the ground, I'm pretty sure it does concern me." Piccolo ignored her comment and swiftly turned about, to face the way they came. "Keep an eye on her," he glanced over to where the Saiyan's had entered the house.

"Always do." Piccolo raised his eyebrow at that remark, curious but said nothing. Piccolo left with Goku looking nervous. Gohan looked between them all and tried to understand what just happened. Piccolo came here to start a fight, no fight happened and suddenly they all go home. Knowing he'd get no answers from his father or Piccolo he decided to leave it be and ask questions if it ever came up again.

Once they were all gone Bulma sighed heavily, her shoulders drooping. They were supposed to be fighting the androids together, not infighting. She brushed down her red dress and made her way back into the house, heading for the solitude of her lab.

Her mind raced through all the possibilities of who the mystery boy was. He was able to transform like Goku, so that proved that somewhere in his blood was a Saiyan. Considering he didn't have a tail like full Saiyans always had, he was born on Earth. This led to the conclusion that one of his parents was an Earthling. Being a hybrid brought so many more questions to her already overloaded head.

She sat down at her desk and began to type notes into her computer to help her figure out where these thoughts and conclusions were leaving her. He was about nineteen if she recalled his looks so if she went by what Piccolo told them, his birthdate would have to be within the three years it took for them to ready for the androids.

She stopped suddenly looking over her data and her heart beat in her throat. His hair colour, his frown and eyes…they were a perfect amalgamation of…

If her calculations of possibilities were correct then the likeliest of scenarios was that she and Vegeta…

Bulma felt her eyes well with tears and unable to stop them, sobbed into her arms uncontrollably. That boy was her never-to-be son, Orta had taken that future from her. She felt angry like never before, she wanted to blame that cursed Saiyan bitch for everything. Most of her wanted to cause her pain but then she thought of the boy. He was never to exist in their dimension.

She was right to believe Vegeta would have looked at her had it not been for Orta. Piccolo was also right to be worried at what this change might have done to their own future. They were minus one hybrid but plus one Saiyan, was that a good thing or a bad thing? The rage in her stomach simmered, she couldn't hate forever. Eventually she would have to let go and move on. However, seeing what she could have had with the appearance of that boy made her head pound in pain. Her heart ached, surely there was something to be salvaged with this turn of events?

She wracked her brains whilst her arm crossed her eyes, wiping them clear of tears. What if the union of the two Saiyan's made them stronger? What if there was something in their bond that could save them? It made Bulma's stomach churn just thinking about it. Instead of revelling in her hatred she was determined to find something positive for her to hang onto so she wouldn't do anything rash like she had last time. It didn't make living with the Saiyan woman any more pleasant nor bearable but it gave Bulma purpose.

Even better, perhaps once the androids were destroyed she'd find a way to get Vegeta out of that tigress' clutches. She'd find a way to use her womanly wiles against her. If Vegeta fell for her in one dimension he was certainly capable of falling for her in this one, but she'd bide her time. No use risking everyone's wellbeing by causing uproar before the battle had even started.

A thought occurred to her. It only crossed her mind briefly, regardless she still smiled with a small amount of amusement. "My boy could totally kick her ass!"

Author notes

Again, sorry for the wait. I had to write out a few chapters ahead of this one so I know where I am going. I do believe Bulma would be intelligent enough to work out who Trunks was, given enough information. I do feel for her though, having something like this taken away from you would change you forever, but hopefully it won't ruin Bulma. As I've said, I love the Vegeta X Bulma coupling but I wanted to do something new, so here's until next time.

There may be a certain complication brewing with Bulma as the main cause in future but for now it is Orta and Vegeta. We shall see.

P.S Also I hope the LEMON was to people's liking, as a general rule I don't like being so obvious and crude hence why my language gets a bit 'flowery' at times but there it is.

Thanks for staying with me and for all your helpful reviews and support.