A/N: I have never been this nervous about updating in my life. First of all thank you, all of you, because you are the most amazing readers/reviewers a person could ask for. I think that all of your kind messages almost made me cry. Thank you.

and now I'm a nervous mess, because I'm scared that I'm rusty and that this chapter sucks. I can't - I mean, in my excitement I didn't even get it beta. Yeah I know, bad Maddie. I don't even think I re-read it, well I did, but I'm so nervous, I don't think it did any good. God, I apologize in advance if it's lame. I know it's not the most eventful chapter, but I needed to set everything before the next chapters.

Okay. Mm. I hope you all enjoy.

Satisfied Love

Chapter 10: The Recovery

The sun barely rose in the horizon yet movements and noises filled Capsule Corp. It was early – so early that even Vegeta was not up yet for his regular work out. The sounds that filled the mansion were caused by a movie that was playing on the giant screen. On the couch was Bulma, her semi-long hair pulled in a messy tiny ponytail on the side of her head, while she held a bowl of popcorn in her hands.

It was probably not the best breakfast but as she laughed loudly once again at a scene in the movie, she dismissed that fact.

She felt great. If great involved being filled with life along with different hormones swirling inside of her. Then again, being pregnant allowed her to be forgiven any outburst she might have. Yes, great was the right word.

As a matter of fact she could not remember the last time, since her pregnancy began, where she felt this energetic. No more sickness, no more fever – no more throwing up either! She was wide awake as soon as the clock hit three am and ever since then she was running around. Since she did not want to make that much noise, she opted for a quiet movie in the dark.

Apparently she made the wrong decision.

Nonetheless, she kept laughing and feasting on the popcorn. It was the only thing her pregnant mind allowed her to eat at the moment and she failed to see what was wrong with that. It was better than not eating at all. She reached out for her glass of chocolate milk that was on the table and took a big gulp. She sighed in contentment before putting it back down.

Gosh, she missed being able to stuff her face.

As the movie slipped from her mind for a second, she could not help but glance in direction of the hall and she almost hoped to see her husband walk in. Although his training sessions decreased in length, he was always one to be up early. Surely he was able to sense her ki and was going to wonder why she was up so early and kicking. They were both aware that she was doing better since her little invention but this – this was way better than she expected.

Bulma thought it might get her out of bed in a few days but she never though she would be this lively. However, she was not going to complain. After all, who knew if these wonderful effects were going to last? She intended on enjoying it as long as she could! She rested her chin in the palm of her hand and leaned forward to lose herself in the movie once more. Seconds became minutes and minutes turned into an hour before her unstoppable laughter was broken unexpectedly.

"Mom?"

Quickly, she snapped her head to the left. A few meters from her was her son, his purple hair all tangled as he rubbed his tired blue eyes out of confusion.

"Morning, honey."

"What time is it?" he asked while taking a small step in her direction.

"Oh it's five am."

He blinked. Some of the noises his mother made reminded him of the shrinking she did in the morning when he did not wake up on time. Out of fear – and alarm clock – he hopped out of bed and came in the living room. After all, if his mother was up, it had to be at least eight am because either she was up all night, or getting out of bed was difficult. Apparently, he was wrong.

"Oh."

Without uttering another word he prepared to turn around and return to the comfort of his bed. His father was not up yet and if he could get a few extra minutes of sleep before he was forced to train, then he would take it.

Anticipating what he was about to do, Bulma stopped him. "Popcorn?" she offered by stretching the bowl in front of her.

She wanted to know if he wanted popcorn at five in the morning? Of course he did. Silently, he joined her on the couch and retrieved the bowl from her.

Maybe feeding him popcorn for breakfast would not earn her the mother of the year award, but in all honesty, he ate worse in the past. Actually, he was like his father and shared his appetite; he ate everything. On top of it, she was happy to have him hang out with her. Lately with her sickness she did not see much of him and even prior to that, he was too busy.

He spent all of his free time training or playing with Goten. He was eleven years old, so it was to be expected, but it did not mean she did not miss her little boy. Also, now they had another baby on the way and she did not want Trunks to feel left out, not matter how much of a grown up he was.

Trunks munched on the popcorn while Bulma scooted over a bit before becoming engrossed in the movie.

It was not until half an hour later that someone else joined them in the living room. His presence was made known not only by his heavy footsteps, but also by his voice.

"Woman, why are you out of bed?"

"Morning to you too, Vegeta."

He was concerned. It was sweet.

"I'm feeling great by the way!" she said slightly sarcastic. It came a bit ruder than anticipated, but really, her hormones were to blame. She was three months behind on mood swings after all.

She dared to raise her gaze and her eyes met Vegeta's. As per usual, he had his stoic expression but he did nod at her. Their glances lingered a bit longer until finally, he silently marched in her direction. Once he reached her, he quickly grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, earning a gasp from Bulma.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she snapped.

He ignored her, as expected, and instead focusing his glance on her stomach. A few seconds passed by before he put her back down.

"What was that?" she asked while pulling down on her shirt with a death glare dancing in her eyes.

Once again, she was greeted by pure silence. Vegeta glared in direction of his son who almost gulped. Quickly, Vegeta snatched the popcorn from Trunks and dropped the bowl on Bulma's lap.

"You're too skinny," he finally said.

Before she was sick and had no other choice but now she did not have any excuse anymore. She needed to gain some weight. She still had dark circles under her eyes and she looked sick and frail despite the fact that her health was improving.

Bulma did nothing to stop the smile that appeared on her lips. Every day he reminded her that his silent gestures were worth more than loud declarations of love. Although, she would not mind some spoken words instead of him killing himself out of love for her and Trunks. He was not allowed to do anything that extreme again.

She peered up at him with a giant smile spread across her lips and she could see his annoyance growing. She almost chuckled when he turned around and began to walk away. He was probably going to resume his usual routine and begin his training.

Letting him walk away without saying a word was a possibility but – well she couldn't let him do that. She was better, their baby was safe and Vegeta was beyond adorable and almost out of character since she tried the device. She wanted to talk to him.

Bulma did not even bother to put the movie on pause as she rose from her seat and slowly walked in direction of Vegeta. She might be feeling better, but that did not mean she was no longer pregnant. She was not humongous yet, but it did put a weight on her and it drained her energy. Also she was running on no sleep and a lot of popcorn.

Trunks was on the couch, watching his mother from the corner of his eye. Once he assumed she was far enough, he reached out for her chocolate milk and gulped half of it down. He did not know why people said pregnant women had weird taste. This was a good mix.

Meanwhile Bulma reached the gravity room. As she expected, it was on. How did he even get there so fast? She knew she was slow, but come on. Nonetheless, it did not prevent her from knocking on the door. "Vegeta."

No answer.

"I'm pregnant and standing up. You better open this damn door."

And he turned it off.

Pride huh? It was a nice feeling to know that you had the Prince of all Saiyans caring for you. Especially considering his past, she felt it was an achievement.

She heard the click of the gravity room fully turning off and she then proceeded to open the door. Inside, she found Vegeta with his palms pressed against the control board. She made her way to him and only came to a halt once she reached his side. Gently, she grabbed his arm with her hand and squeezed.

"I'm better. It'll take me a while to be good." She was going to be skinny and terrible looking for the next few weeks, she was certain of it. "And then when I feel better, I might try to take it off and then we won't have to restrain his powers the whole time."

"Stupid woman."

She blinked. Once. Then twice. "Excuse me? You know, I come here to comfort you, and you act like a jerk." Comfort might not be the exact word, but – well, it was going to irritate him.

"Stupid woman," he repeated before turning his head and peering at her.

His eyebrows were knitted and his expression was a mix of annoyance and amusement. At least it was how she interpreted it.

"You wanted another brat." They already had one. He never thought he'd even have that many. "You're not risking your life over it."

Already they found out that the child's ki was killing her. This device she built – she never tested it before. How was she to know if it was going to fail or not? He was not going to let her die over this pregnancy. He thought they already went over this, but she was stubborn.

Bulma pursed her lips. "And I'm fine. And I will be for a long time," she replied with an irritated tone. "There will be nothing wrong with trying to turn the device off."

She knew he said that he preferred her safety over the child's power, but well he was Vegeta. He would not complain, he would not blame her but he wanted powerful children. More powerful than Goku's. She did not think there was anything wrong with trying to disable the device in a month or two.

"And we needed another brat."

"We didn't."

"Yes we did. Because the first time you were an absent jerk who didn't care. I love Trunks, and I wouldn't trade my first pregnancy for the world. But you weren't there, and we weren't together."

Vegeta had the most screwed up childhood and she wanted to give him family moments. She knew he regretted not being there for his son no matter what he said. And now he could be around. She was not going to die. She was touched by how much he cared for her, but she was not as fragile as he thought she was.

"We went over this Vegeta. I'll be fine, not matter what."

She was out of bed for the first time since her pregnancy. It almost felt unreal. Like it was going to slip away, and she would end up weak in bed again. "Your foolish device better hold, Woman."

"If I can build a gravity machine strong enough to handle you, I can build anything."

"If you –"

"If I don't feel well, I'll lay down. Talking about laying down -" She wanted to bring this up the night she tried the device, but it didn't feel like he would agree. Now however, he might be more inclined to accepting her proposition. "You know you could move back in the bedroom. I don't think I'm dangerously ill anymore."

Being alone in bed was – well lonely. Now that her state improved, she would like to have her husband back. His warmth, his presence; she missed all of it. A cold empty bed just wasn't the same especially now that she was conscious enough to realize it.

She took a step forward and poked at his chest. "It's also quite cold at night."

Now that her hormones were working properly again, it would be a lie to say that she did not feel the crazy horniness she experienced while carrying Trunks.

A slight blush appeared on his cheek and he glanced away. "Vulgar woman," he mumbled.

All she could do was smile before leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his tightly shut lips.

Some things never changed.

-S-

The room was completely engulfed in darkness as the full moon shone high in the sky. The alarm clock on the bedside table indicated 2:15 in bright red numbers. A soft near snore like sound was coming from Bulma as she peacefully slept. Unfortunately for her, a rather cold hand on her warm stomach interrupted her perfect slumber.

She opened her eyes in a flash and found herself staring at Vegeta's face, which was about an inch away from hers. She blinked. He was not looking at her face, but instead at her stomach. It was then that she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"Vegeta, I swear to Kami, I'm not having this conversation a third time." She was aware that her husband was stubborn, but for the love of Kami, he better not be that thick headed.

"He moved."

"What?"

"The brat moved."

He did? She glanced down at her slight bump a bit intrigued. During her pregnancy with Trunks, her belly was huge by the third month. This time around, there was barely anything. Maybe it was because she stuffed herself during her first pregnancy and now she barely ate or perhaps it was the condition surrounding the child, but she was hoping for the first option.

Now, the question at hand was how did Vegeta feel it move when she did not? Was the child even developed enough? She knew her pregnancies were shorter but – maybe this one would be longer considering everything that happened.

But – if he moved, that was a good sign right? She already made sure her device was not going to hurt her child, but really she had no idea what a loss of power could do to a Saiyan child.

"Is he okay?"

She slowly reached out for Vegeta's hand and then put both their hands on her belly. In silence she waited for movement, but nothing happened. Her eyes saddened a bit and her mouth twisted.

"I guess it was a one time thing."

"You're not gonna feel it like that, Woman."

She raised an eyebrow. "Then how am I going to feel it? Reach inside?" she inquired sarcastically.

"You can't feel its ki."

Bulma glanced at him, puzzled. "I thought my device restrained its ki?"

"You lowered it to human level, he still has one." He lowered his hand a bit. "His ki shifted."

At that moment, she wished she could sense power like he could. After everything they went through, she would like to feel her baby. Her smile was sad as she turned to rest on her back. She expected Vegeta to pull away his hand but instead, he followed along with her movements.

His warm, large hand was resting on her small stomach and it felt nice. His presence by her side in bed was also greatly appreciated. He did not put up a fight when it came down to returning to their bedroom. For the first time, he went to bed not too long after she did. Unfortunately, they couldn't do anything that involved fun in bed. She was still weak and exercise with Vegeta demanded a lot of energy.

"I missed you," she almost whispered.

She turned her head to the side and pressed a kiss on his cheek. Then, she nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck. The seconds passed and they both kept their positions while quietness surrounded them. It was a nice moment, a kind of moment they did not share in a long time.

Obviously, none other than Bulma's stomach interrupted it.

A rumbling sound echoed through the room and she pinched her lips together. Oh this was too tempting.

"You know, your skinny wife could really go for some cookies. Chocolate cookies. With ice cream."

Silence. Blink. Another blink.

And then Vegeta shifted.

She could hear him mumble under his breath, probably cursing her, as he stood up which made her head fall on his pillow. She observed him intensively as he walked away, the muscles of his back twitching and his rear nearly swinging.

Maybe she would milk this whole guilt caring thing a little while longer. Who know when he would return to his usual self?

And she smiled.

-S-

Goten and Trunks were innocently sitting in the corner of the main living room, staring at Bulma who was sitting on the couch. On the table in front of her was her work laptop which was completely buried under food; chips, chocolate, soup, cake, muffins, steaks – all of it. Of course, all of it was also half eaten. Bulma simply could not make up her mind when it came to her tastes.

Some days she enjoyed sweets, but other days it made her want to vomit. She constantly kept different kind of food to satisfy her giant appetite. She remembered being hungry when she was pregnant with Trunks, but this was taking it to a whole new level. Maybe it was because she starved during the beginning of her pregnancy, or maybe it was simply because the lack of power of her child affected her hunger.

Whatever the reason, she would not question it. This was the only time she could stuff herself like this without judgment or worrying about her waistline and she planned on enjoying it.

Unfortunately, she was not being as tamed as she thought while stuffing her face.

The two boys in the room were forced to sit there and watch as she swallowed the house. They were saiyans, they could vacuum pounds of food into their mouths in seconds, but to see Bulma eat like that? It was almost traumatizing.

"Do all pregnant women do that?"

"I think so."

"I hope I never have a wife."

"I can hear you," Bulma said as she casted a dark glance their way.

"Let's go spar outside," Trunks said as he rose to his feet rapidly and ran for the door.

Goten nodded vigorously before running behind his best friend. He learned from his mother that well – moms were scary and miss Bulma seemed even more terrifying than his own mother right now. He was not going to risk it.

Bulma watched the two boys leave and she smiled. Soon, it would be her own two children running out of the house. Although, oh. No it wouldn't be. It seemed she seemed to forget that the new baby and Trunks would have an eleven years age difference. How were they ever going to hang out together? Trunks had Goten… but who would be the new baby's friend?

Obviously human friends were good, but they would never be able to train the way Goten and Trunks did together. Her poor baby was going to be all alone.

Before Bulma could stop herself she felt the tears stinging her eyes. Her baby, her child was going to grow up alone and half Saiyan! Who was going to understand it? Go through changes, and strength flares with him?

The last thought was enough to let the tears cascade down her cheeks.

Unfortunately, it was also the moment Vegeta chose to enter the living room. He was taking it as a shortcut to the kitchen where he hoped there was food ready. Although, he would prefer Bulma was not the one who prepared it; she was still supposed to be sitting and laying. But since the woman was stubborn, he wouldn't be surprised if he found her running all over the place.

Instead, the moment he walked in he was attacked by the scent of salty tears.

Oh for the love of kami. Why was the woman crying?

He leaned his head forward slightly in the hopes that he would be able to make it to the kitchen without her noticing his presence.

"V-vegeta?"

"Woman, are you dying?"

"W-what? No! Why are you asking me that?"

"Did your mother make food?"

"I don't know!"

"Ugn."

And then footsteps were heard again.

Did he walk away from her? Did he go in the kitchen while she was sitting here crying? She sighed heavily before rising to her feet a bit too fast. After she nearly lost her balance, she headed for the kitchen with loud steps. She was crying because she was sad for their baby and he was hungry?

"Vegeta! What do you think you're doing?"

He barely raised his head as he pressed his palms against the counter. He could already tell her hair was tangled and her face was red with anger. Her weak ki was also flaring which only added up to his theory; she was being emotional. He remembered her acting more insane then usual during the short amount of time he was around her while she was pregnant with Trunks.

And now, he was here to witness the entire thing, including her insanity.

"You're being irrational," he said as he grabbed a sandwich from a pile that was left on the counter for him he assumed.

"Irrational?" she repeated. "I'm being irrational?" She was not being crazy. "Our baby is going to grow up all alone. Trunks has Goten, who is Boxer going to have?"

Vegeta's expression froze and for a moment, he looked like a statue. Her words echoed in his mind, but he could not get past the name she chose for their son. She got away with Trunks because back then he did not even think he would be around for him. He would be damn if his last brat was going to be named after undergarments.

"Woman, you are not naming my son, Boxer."

"Like hell I am. I carry it, I get to pick the name." She threw her hands up in the air. "And you missed the whole point of this conversation. Who is going to train with Boxer?"

Maybe she did that one on purpose. She had her stubbornness and pride and she did want to decide the name. If she followed Vegeta's suggestions they would probably end up naming their kid something ridiculous like a vegetable or some other crazy thing.

"Trunks will. I will." What was the woman talking about? She thought he would not train his son? Of course he would. It didn't matter what power level he would come out with, he was still going to receive an intensive training. Vegeta was going to knock some power back into his son if he had to.

"But he'll need a friend."

"Woman, stop being foolish. The brat is not going to need a friend."

In fact, he would be against that stupid friendship Trunks had with Goten if it wasn't for the fact that Kakarot's brat was somewhat of a challenge for his son. Trunks would aim to be higher just to be better than Goten and that way he wouldn't slack on his training. Although, when they played, he did skip on his sparring session.

Although the woman made it pretty clear he was not to cut Trunks' play time completely anymore. He thought the Buu incident would have proved that he was right to constantly trained but it seemed it only made Bulma think they needed to spend even more time enjoying each other's company.

"Vegeta, this is Earth. He's going to need friends. He's even going to attend school."

As she was about to sigh the phone rang.

"His name is going to be Boxer," she threatened before turning around and walking in direction of the phone.

She picked up the phone, ceasing the annoying noise, and leaned against the wall. "Yes? This is her."

Vegeta remained in the kitchen despite the fact that he already had his food. Part of him wanted to be annoyed with her, then again when was the last time she had enough energy to start a verbal fight with him? Her feistiness was her quality that distinguished her from most humans after all.

As he watched her, he did not miss the changes in her facial expression. Instead of looking prideful like she always did when using the damn annoying device, she looked angry. Her eyebrows were furrowed together and rage was shining in her eyes.

And then the yelling began. Her usual unbearable shrieking rang through the place and he nearly covered his ears. Her voice took a whole new range and then suddenly she smashed the phone down so harshly, he thought the weak device was going to shatter into pieces.

"They say I stole their idea! STOLE their idea! I think I'm smart enough to come up with my own inventions. STOLE! What- what are they going to do? Sue me for my own idea? I can CRUSH them!"

Before Vegeta even had a chance to understand what in the world Bulma was talking about, she walked out of the room and stomped her feet the whole way. He ki was flaring more than ever in the past allowing him to feel it very vividly even when she was far from him.

"Boy, come in here!"

He did not even have to yell it that Trunks heard him. Barely a few seconds went by before Trunks entered the kitchen while staring at his father in confusion.

"Your mother said someone was going to sue her. What the hell was she babbling about?"

"Sue? Oh. It's when," How was he ever going to explain this to his father? "Well, dad, it's-"

"She said they told her she stole their idea."

"Then they are going to bring her to court."

"Court?"

"They are gonna demand money from mom because they think she took something that was theirs."

"Why?"

"I don't know. They're just gonna."

"Is that stressful?"

"Mm, I think so."

Vegeta blinked very slowly before refocusing his glance at the phone.

"Who?"

"Who what?"

"Who is suing your mother?"

"I don't know."

"Can you find out?"

"Mm, yeah." He might be eleven years old but he was his parents' son.

"Now."

-S-

A sigh ran past Bulma's lips as she inclined her head backwards into her pillow. She spent the whole afternoon giving herself a headache over this stupid upcoming lawsuit. They always had a few of those but this with a big company and she wanted to make sure everything was in order. She knew they didn't steal and even paying them to shut up would not be a big deal, but she didn't like to be called a thief.

Suddenly, her typing was interrupted when a loud banging sound made the room shake.

"What the –" Before she was able to finish her sentence, the door of the bedroom flew open.

Vegeta walked in with a satisfied smirk on his face. He was covered in dust and black stuff along with a few cuts on his left arm. Parts of his white top were torn and blood was on his hands.

She raised an eyebrow. "Vegeta. What did you do?"

Reckless Vegeta came home like this and she did not ask questions. New Vegeta however did not do this. On top of that, she knew the settings of the Gravity Room. It would never damage him like that. At the worse, he would build up a sexy sweaty look, but no injuries.

"Stop with your foolish worries, Woman."

"Excuse me?" she inquired as she put down her laptop. "Come on, Vegeta. I don't have time to play games. I need to get this done."

"I took care of your human problems."

Oh, how she missed the times she could still be surprised or concerned when he uttered such sentences.

"What problem?"

"The idiots that were – suing you."

"Vegeta, please tell me you didn't blow up their building."

"You do not need to concern yourself with such foolishness. You are pregnant and weaker than usual. You cannot stress yourself."

She pinched her lips. "Vegeta, please tell me you didn't blow up their building."

Instead of replying to her, he quickly took off his shirt and tossed it on the ground. He did not care much for her human ways even though it might appear like he applied a few of them to his day to day life. He was not going to deal with idiots. He had enough of that with Kakarot.

Bulma watched him leave and her stoic expression broke into one of amusements. Apparently all the work she did was completely pointless. Now, there was no other way around paying them. Although, they might actually be a little too scared to come after her again.

She could be mad, but really it was sweet. Vegeta just did not express his caring like normal people.

Bulma retrieved her laptop from the bed and put it down on the bedside table. Then, she moved her hands to her stomach and began to slowly caress it. She raised her head slowly and peered in direction where Vegeta had disappeared. A chuckle rolled off her lips and she shook her head softly. Oh yes, she was right earlier when she said she had the Prince of all Saiyans bending in two to keep her happy.

"Too bad you're going to be a boy, or trust me, you would have him wrapped around your little finger."

-S-