BlueMoon Goddess: Before I start, I first want to address a few things. Based on some reviews I saw, it seems that the content in this story is hard for some people to digest and so feel uncomfortable. For your benefit, I will make a warning in future chapters so you can skip it. Secondly, yes this is a romance. Though it's more drama and very angst at the moment. It is a bit dark (which I forgot to warn in the beginning and for that I do apologize), but the romance is going to happen eventually, and it'll get better for Bulma and Vegeta. At the moment it's just drama and dark romance but it'll get better, I guarantee it. But like I mentioned, I will start to post warnings in the beginning of the chapter to warn people so you can know when to read and when to skip.

Also, I'm glad from your reviews that you enjoyed the last chapter. Well…at least some of you did. Some didn't really enjoy what happened last chapter and what's going on at the moment. But I'm sure you're all anxious to see what happens next, though! This chapter takes place from last time, and this things start to get a bit more interesting. So sit back and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, its characters or 'His Secret Baby' by Vanessa Waltz, which this fic is based on.

Summary: Seven years ago Bulma met Vegeta. She knew he was dangerous, but his devilish smile pulled her into his lap and straight into his bed. He was pure sin, good for one night of fun, and nothing else. For one night, she forgot about his dangerous side. But then she got pregnant. And with who he was and his line of work, she wasn't going to raise her son with him. So she ran away and he never knew about the baby. Now he's found them and he wants his family back. A bigger family... and another baby.

Steam poured from the cracks of glass, and the cooler air stung Bulma's damp body. She stood naked in front of the mirror, exactly where Vegeta left her. She didn't think he could see what her face looked like in the darkness, when she thought she was safe from him, but that same mask of defiance was mirrored around him. On the men who used to bend their knees to him. However, he didn't like seeing it on her.

Though, within the organization, it was all about ranking. If you were a low rank, it was probably better you hung around someone who was of higher ranking. Vegeta had always been of higher rank, but lately it was as though some were trying to undermine him and treat him like some low-class scum. He had to do something to all those who wanted to undermine him, starting with Bulma. If he couldn't get her, his own wife, under control, well…that'll be one more knock down the food chain.

He toweled himself off and hung it on the nearest rack, his hair already shooting up into its infamous black flame. Bulma moved past him, Vegeta noticing that her ass was still red with his handprint, admired the view as she reached into the shower to turn it back on. She caught him staring at her and she gave him a sullen look. Vegeta didn't care though. She could be pissed off all she wanted, so long as she gave him what he wanted and needed.

He closed the door to the bathroom and walked into the bedroom, dressing quickly into a black suit vest with a pair of matching pants, a grey shirt underneath and a black tie. After dressing, he made his way to Trunks' room. Vegeta found him, standing in front of his bedroom mirror trying to tie the black tie to his suit, with a look of pure determination on his face. Before Vegeta took his shower, he went into Trunks' room and told him they were all having dinner at an associates of his and for him to wear the outfit he provided for him.

"Come here, son." Vegeta said, making his way over to Trunks and standing beside him, undoing his on tie. "Now watch me closely and do what I do."

Vegeta proceeded to slowly tie his tie, with Trunks watching closely and mimicking the motions of his father. Looking at his son through the mirror as they tied their ties, there was a small tugging at his heart. His own father had taught him to tie a tie when he was Trunks' age, and whenever they had to attend any type of affair, Vegeta and his father always stood in front of the mirror and they would each tie their own ties. Now, being able to have the opportunity to do the same thing with his own son, Vegeta was feeling a surge of pride running through him.

It was then that Bulma poked her head in the room, a slight smile flickering on her face as she watched them. "I'm ready." She was wearing a black cocktail dress that flared out to her knees. It was covered in delicate lace patterned in roses, which ran all the way up her neck and around.

"Good. Let's go." He took her hand and they left the suite.

"So who are we having dinner with?" Bulma asked, once they were all in the hallway.

"Just a few associates of mine. We usually try to get together every week or so, especially since most of the members within the organization are dead. It's more of a remembrance dinner for them."

"Including your father, since he was the founder and leader of the Saiyan Organization?" When he didn't say anything, she gave him a wary look. "How exactly did he die, Vegeta?"

"I don't like talking about it."

Fear crept into her voice. "He was killed here, wasn't he?"

'He was cut down like a dog.' Vegeta thought, angrily.

It played in his head like an old-fashioned war reel. A black and white image of a man smiling as he grabbed his father's hair, wrenched his head back, and moved his arm in a quick jerking motion. It happened so fast. There was nothing Vegeta could've done, but his brother Tarble…his father gave Vegeta the job to him, and he wasn't there to stop it from happening. There was no one left to scream at him for not protecting his younger brother.

"It's over." Vegeta told her. "That's all you need to know."

"Vegeta, this place barely survived a massacre." She whispered, making sure Trunks didn't hear. "Even though this happened four years ago, you can't seriously expect me to believe that the dust has settled from everything."

It hadn't.

There was some tension between members in the organization, Vegeta would admit that, but so far, he and Goku had done a good job of keeping every Saiyan in line.

"There's nothing to be afraid of anymore. So you don't need to worry about it."

"All right, fine." She replied, knowing that it was futile to try and say otherwise.

'Let it go. The men who killed them are dead.' Vegeta thought. But the rotten taste, the guilt, it still stained his mouth. He didn't even get to avenge them. Even though Vegeta's ascent to power was another bloodbath, and he remembered it as clear as day. The bodies spilling bright red on the marble floors, and his foot jutting into one. He turned it over, and it was the face of one of them, and he felt nothing but a swift rage for him and the one who killed him. No, even revenge was denied to Vegeta.

He asked God why so many times, he had sores on his knees from all the time he would spend in the chapel praying for guidance. What reason did Frieza have to cut down his family, after so many years of forming that truce between the Icejins and Saiyans? Even though, he asked that question so many times, Vegeta knew the answer. It was all about power. He knew that the Icejin were worried that one day the Saiyans would one day overrun them, which is why Frieza launched that attack and nearly wiped out the entire organization.

The thought stayed with him as they reached the end of the hall. Vegeta raised his fist to knock on the door. It opened on the second knock, and a woman with black hair pulled up in a bun and wearing a purple cocktail dress, smiled warmly at them.

"Vegeta, nice to see you." She then turned to Bulma, beaming at her. "Hello Mrs. Ouiji, how are you? Ooh, I love your dress!"

"Um, thanks." Bulma replied.

They step inside the modest apartment and saw the dining room table set for a party of twelve, and there was a roast chicken platter with vegetables, dinner rolls, mashed potatoes and other delicious food piled on the table.

However, when they stepped further into the room, a low, feminine moan broke through the air. Bulma stiffened at Vegeta's side and the woman who opened the door turned around, wincing. There was a young woman sobbing, as they saw Violet comforting her in the corner.

Vegeta's stomach clenched uncomfortably as his eyes strayed unwillingly to the console table laden with pictures of slayed members of the organization, including his father and brother. Still looking back on it, he remembered the first few weeks were the hardest, like a constant throbbing in his chest and his head filled with poison. He couldn't eat. Couldn't sleep.

Shame rushed in quickly to fill the void they left behind, and every time he saw pictures or constant reminders of them, it was another punch to his gut. He resented it.

A body suddenly edged to his side, pressing into his suit and a breeze of a familiar scent wafted in front of his nose. Bulma's arm slid around his back to grip his waist. She squeezed him, giving Vegeta a sad little smile. A day ago she was begging him to leave, and now she was pretending to, what, be a good wife? He didn't get it.

"Who killed them?" She asked him quietly.

In slow motion Vegeta saw the sword protruding from Tarble's stomach. "Frieza. He killed my father…then my brother Tarble. Then he and his men wiped out nearly half of the Saiyans."

Her face whitened. "You mean, the leader of the Icejin?" She had heard about the Icejins, and from what she heard, they were worse than the Saiyans.

"They're dead."

"How can you tell me this place is safe for us? Frieza was able to infiltrate this place so easily and killed your family along with everyone here."

Vegeta made his way to an empty bedroom with Bulma following right behind him, giving them the privacy they needed to talk about the matter. Trunks had went off earlier and joined a few of the other kids in attendance as soon as they walked in the apartment.

"Vegeta, please talk to me. I'm trying to understand this place. I'm trying to understand you."

"I'm an Ouiji. I am the son of the founder of the Saiyans, and now I am the leader of this organization. There are other members of the Saiyans that make up a council, though some resent us on the council and resent me. Go figure."

"Oh God."

"That's why I can't have you undermining me in this place. It's dangerous, do you understand? I might be leader of the Saiyans, but there are some that despise me, especially because of my rise to power."

"My God, Vegeta, you just said this place was safe for us!" Bulma whispered angrily at him. "Why the hell did you bring us here?"

"Because I needed my family!" His fist slammed against the wall, making a little dent. Bulma's hand flew to her chest and she jumped back, and he felt a tinge of guilt for frightening her. "I'm trying to put this place back together, piece by piece. Kakarot means well, but his soft ways are not going to help this organization."

"Of all the people, he's the only one I like."

"What? You've never met him before."

"Yes I have."

"Where?"

She blinks and then looks away. "Never mind."

Vegeta stares at her, her eyes slowly heating up as he looks at her lying face. "Where Bulma?"

"It's not…just forget about it."

He grabs her wrist and yanks her body until she was pressed against his front. "Tell me or I take you out in the hall and give you another punishment."

She hesitates, then says. "He came to the apartment after you left.

"What?"

"He just wanted to know if I was all right, and if I needed anything…" She keeps babbling in a fast voice that trembles in fear.

"He tried to convince you to leave, didn't he?"

"No, he didn't do anything like that!"

Vegeta was beyond pissed. That third-class piece of shit went behind his back and tried to undermine his rights as a husband. He released her, with her stumbling a bit back. For a moment he felt a surge of rage for her, but she didn't leave. She stayed. Goku was the one who deserved his wrath.

"Stay here. I'll be back soon." He said, making his way out of the bedroom, heading towards the front door.

"Where are you going?" She called after him.

'To fucking kill him.' Vegeta thought angrily.

Pissed as hell, Vegeta finally made it to the training room, and he saw Goku wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank, practicing some martial arts routines. Vegeta yanked the doors open to the training room, and Goku stopped mid-kick when he heard Vegeta burst through. There was a look of surprise on his face when he saw Vegeta making his way towards him.

"What the fuck did you tell my wife?"

Goku drops his shocked expression and replaces it with a look of understanding. "Vegeta, look—"

Before he got a word out, Vegeta punched him square in the face, knocking him back a few steps. While being off balanced from the hit to the face, Vegeta then lunged again with his fist, a hard force crushing Goku's lungs. This time he stumbled back.

"How dare you go see my wife without my permission!"

"All I did was make sure she was alright Vegeta." Goku replied, still a bit in pain from the blows.

"That's not all you did. You tried to help her leave!"

"And she decided to stay."

"That doesn't matter. You still went behind my back, and for that I deserve the right to kill your treacherous ass."

"Times are changing Vegeta. The Saiyan's need to appear as clean as possible, which means no kidnapping, and no missing persons' cases. You're the leader, and you should understand this."

"I found the woman living in a shoebox in the ghetto with a son I never knew I had. I saved her from that hellhole, and I'm not sorry I did it. How fucking dare you go behind my back and try to rip her away from me?!"

Goku didn't say anything for a few moments, he just watched him. "I became your second in command the moment Nappa and Raditz died."

"And I will easily find another one if you continue to go behind my back." Vegeta then gripped his hand around Goku's throat. Crushing his windpipe as he felt his heart beating against his fingers. "If you talk to me wife again about leaving, I will kill you. And I won't hesitate to do so if I think you're not on my side, understand?" Vegeta then released him and the color slowly returned to Goku's face.

Before turning to leave, Vegeta gave Goku one last remark. "Whatever you're trying to do isn't going to work. The peace we have at the moment isn't going to last." And with that, he leaves Goku, who still rubbing his throat.

Vegeta leaves the training room, heading toward the stairs. He put his foot on the first step before he realizes he can't go back like he was now. His heart pounded, feeding the rage inside him. His footsteps echo loudly as he descends, heading toward the chapel. He opens the door inside and finds it empty. He says a silent prayer of thanks as he steps into the room. There were dozens of candles flickering, most of them melted down to stubs. Off to the side, there was a row of unlit candles, and he grabbed one of the long wooden sticks offered in a cylinder and lite two of them. The fresh wicks burned, softening the wax. The little flames dancing at him, and he watched them carefully, as if the movements of the flames were some kind of communication to him.

'Your father and brother wouldn't talk to you through a fucking candle.' He thought. But it didn't stop him from coming to the chapel every night and lighting one for the both of them. He didn't know why he did it, or what it was supposed to mean.

Two words kept expanding further and further apart. The one with his family, and the one with his father and brother gone forever. He wanted them back, and he couldn't have them back, so he lit candles. How fucking pathetic.

"I wish you could've met my son." He said softly, towards the darkness. The flames pulsing, bright in the darkness. It was as though they were with him. He could feel his father and brother's shoulders touching his as he sat back in the pew, and he can almost hear the ghost of his brother's response. The pain in Vegeta's chest eased somewhat, and he felt better.

"I wish you could've met her too." And he can almost feel his father rubbing his shoulder like he always used to do.

After a few more minutes in the chapel, Vegeta decided it was time to makes his way back to Bulma. Taking a quick look at his Rolex, he saw it was nine-thirty p.m. Shit. He didn't know it was that late already. By this time, he was sure that she and Trunks were already back at the suite. He takes the stairs two at a time to his floor and opens the door…the sound of screaming immediately hitting his ears. It was a woman's voice, terrified. Was it Bulma?

He sprinted down the hallway toward the wailing. There were already people poured outside, but he rammed his shoulder into the door first. He saw the back of a woman, bent over a body on the floor. She had black hair. It wasn't Bulma. Thank God. His lungs nearly collapse in relief.

"What's wrong?"

The woman straightens and turns her head, and Vegeta recognizes Nasu's tear-stained face. The man lying on the floor, Dorian, his eyes were closed. Then her hair shifts and Vegeta saw the knife buried deep in the man's chest.

BlueMoon Goddess: Now we have a murder on our hands! The twists in this story just keep getting more and more complex. Well I should have the next chapter up within a few weeks, so be on the look-out for it, until next time guys! ^_^