A Spark

A/N: Another quick update :P. I know i'm spoiling you guys but you like that, I don't know the usual frequence you experience updates but I hope that my pace doesn't ruin the story as you don't get time to think on it before the next chapter. Obviously I don't mean ever other month, that would be cruel even for me.

Also question at the bottom for you readers :)

I appreciate all your reviews!

Agony, that's the feeling her head was giving her.

Bulma opened her eyes with extreme difficulty, the splitting headache was driving her mad. She blinked her eyes as the world turned from black to different colors. Then it slowly cleared up allowing her eyes to focus on her unknown location. She tried to move herself, except she was locked in position as something was holding her waist, a massive bronze tanned forearm. Panic set in and she tried to pull herself free; what had happened to her why was she here?

Without warning, the arm pulled away from her and she felt relief. "Woman, stop squirming. I'm letting go of you already."

Bulma sucked up her courage and turned to face him, and she knew she made a mistake, when the saiyan prince was already rolling out of bed giving her a full view of his nude figure. He didn't seem appalled by his own nudity, as he stood up, his back looking towards her as he stretched his muscles, the ripple of steel underneath showed evidently. Bulma looked away, fearing that somehow he had done more to her, without her knowledge and it made her sick. She also realized that she was also naked and grabbed the sheet to cover her front.

She had no idea what had happened last night, and it was disturbing to her. Had Vegeta forced himself upon her again? She bit her bottom lip as she tried to focus as her body wasn't in any real pain aside from a splitting headache and weakness. Vegeta, who had grabbed his training clothes, turned to look back at her in annoyance. He knew everything that had happened, and it was beyond frustrating. His mind was being overwhelmed by hers, she was demanding aid, and his bond would not let him leave her, he had feelings and a compulsion to do thinks that were wholly beyond his control. The end result was he had brought the woman here to just ruin his sheets and bed with her scent.

"Cover yourself and find something to wear, I am going training." He said giving her a direct order as he pulled up his training shorts.

Brought out of her haze by his voice she looked to him. She couldn't remember anything, "What happened?" She couldn't put down her unease that even unconscious Vegeta might have raped her again, but she didn't want to put it that way.

"Your weak human body got a fever, my instincts and my bond to you made me take care of you," Vegeta didn't even look back at her. He clearly did not say he had taken care of her, that wasn't his duty. He would've left her in the damn bed, he had only been a passive observer throughout the whole experience as one were watching a dream. Yet he could feel it as real as he was now.

When the woman finally stirred, he had woken himself up from his deep slumber, he was angered by their positions. He had slept for many hours, and had wasted valuable training time. Why could he not control himself? He had no desire to care for her, that was not the job of a warrior!

Bulma felt sickened, Vegeta's whatever wanted her to be taken care of. He couldn't keep himself in check, and whatever this bond was. She had been miserable and had thought of someone helping her, she wanted her mother, her father, any of her friends or family to come and help her. Then everything went dark. She wrapped herself in a sheet before standing up, the long flowing sheets trailed several feet behind her. Giving a lingering glance back at Vegeta she left, while still weak, she didn't feel nearly as sick as she was yesterday.

"My Lady, please allow me to carry you to your quarters." The large quadruped rumbled as he appeared around a corner. His orange visor glowing brightly as he was clearly noticing all the subtle differences in her.

"It's- I can handle-" She shouldn't have tried to argue as his large three fingered hand grasped her waist and pulled her up cradled her with gentleness as his other arm spun and moved her with her head resting against his smooth metallic arm.

Phoenix would hear none of that, she was supposed to be cared for, and she would be. He had already set about disinfecting her room, it was steamed and fresh linens set in place. It was completely sanitized as he rounded a corner, his eyes glancing towards a small saiyan girl who wanted to rush over but was stayed by a large free hand. A slight shake of his head speaking volumes to a little girl with watery eyes.

She could feel the slight vibrations in her body as she was carried back to her bedroom. She brought a hand to her stomach as she wondered just how her child would be doing. Her worry now two-fold, as someone else was dependent upon her as well. Everything was back in odor as the door opened up, and she could smell lilacs it was a unique odor and a soothing one as she was set down upon her bed. "Rest, I shall have soup brought to you, along with some fine herbs and tea. Coffee is unadvisable as rest is more important, Veneta shall make sure they meet any of your requests." He said pulling back the sheets and dressed her as if she was her nanny. Tucked in with the sheets he softened her pillow and laid her down all without her raising a finger.

"Rest… Rest…" Was all she heard as her eyelids became heavier, even after just waking up she found herself fighting any urge to stay awake until darkness rolled over and claimed her.

[***]

It was sore, everything felt sore as she managed to open her eyes. She was still sweating as her hair stuck to her face as she tried to untangle herself through the mess of sheets. She gave up as she sucked in a breath, the world was making her head spin, and she felt nausea run through her. She pressed her forehead against her pillow and groaned.

"Bulma! Thank goodness you're awake!"

Bulma flinched from the voice, slowly she turned her head to the direction of the voice, seeing the person or in this case child sitting next to her. Veneta had a worried look on her face as she looked at her face. For the last two days, she had watched Bulma sleep, and ever since then her fears had intensified. Veneta pushed Phoenix out of his duties and cared for her, herself, not once leaving her side. Even with Vegeta barking at her, that the woman would be alright, she would return, she was concerned about her… her… mother.

"Ve...V-nneta?" Bulma said her voice slightly hoarse from her burning. SHe couldn't even focus on her face as her head was just pounding.

She crawled closer and pressed her warm cheek against Bulma's own and nuzzled her. It was pure affection, "I was worried, I couldn't bare leaving you alone. You've been asleep for two whole days."

Bulma was wary of such a statement; she'd been out cold for two straight days? She remembered Phoenix carrying her back to her room after her brief talk with Vegeta then darkness. How could her body just fall to pieces like this, was there something seriously wrong with her? She mewled slightly as Veneta wrapped her hands around her head offering her body much needed comfort.

Veneta didn't like it when Bulma slept so long, she needed to be better. "Bulma? Are you okay? I can bring you anything you want." Her soft voice just audible for Bulma's ear. Loud noises might make her situation worse. Bulma was her family, she wasn't going to let her leave her!

Bulma nodded and gave a weak "uh huh". She had no idea what was going on, she should be getting better but apparently, she was only getting worse. Veneta pulled her up slowly, resting Bulma against the headboard where pillows were stacked to allow her no discomfort. It was all quiet until a faint gurgle from Bulma's stomach was heard. It made Veneta laugh before pulling back. "I know what you need, some good food!" She pointed back behind her to the bed were several large trays were situated. "I made them all myself."

The smells while pleasant only made her stomach roll, she didn't want to say no but she would politely refuse for now. "Later," She said, not wanting to upset her, she couldn't imagine putting anything in her stomach. She shifted her position to get comfortable until she realized that she was still dressed in the sheet from Vegeta's room. She tried to pull it up and fix her situation, it was still wrong she felt to be flashing her body in front of another girl.

Veneta felt no such qualms about nudity and Bulma had yet to realize that she was completely unclothed. Physical contact was reassurance, feelings and words didn't need to be spoken. She pulled away the sheet and leaned herself against Bulma's bare chest, her arms wrapped around her back in a soft hug. "I'm here for you…" She said softly, Bulma's mind unable to catch the soft words she spoke. "Mom" The action made Bulma stiffen but she didn't protest as the closeness was soothing. The moment didn't last as Veneta realized something, "Bulma I think we need a bath." She didn't offer another word of explanation as she pulled away and jumped down to the floor. Her mom was just hot and sweaty she needed to wash and clean herself; a nice cool bath would be perfect for her.

Bulma wanted to protest but as she felt the wet stickiness and warmth coming from her body she lost that argument. It would be good to clean herself and bring down her temperature. She sighed and nodded. Veneta slipped her arm around her and helped her to the edge of the bed. Her tail coiled around Bulma's waist. She saw how weak Bulma was, her sickness and sleeping probably had made her weak; she was going to be sore after all of that. Veneta held her as she managed to get on her wobbly two feet, of course Veneta was an eager child and without a thought otherwise picked up Bulma with her tail and floated in the air. "Don't worry I'll take care of it."

"Thank you." She exhaled as she wasn't sure she could even make it to the bathroom on her own two feet.

She let Veneta do the work load as she brought her inside the bathroom which had alreayd been cooled to a proper human temperature. She was holding back her growing excitement as she was not going to be washing Bulma but bathing with her mother! She was just so excited, as she let Bulma's feet touch the water and then slide down and it was bliss for her body. A sigh escaped her lips as she slipped against the tub's walls. Veneta slipped down in front of her, watching as Bulma closed her eyes. "Do you need help?"

The blue haired woman softly shook her head, she wasn't going to be looked after by a child. She was just happy to be not covered in sweat as the cool waters made her feel slightly better. Bulma realized the excitement coming from Veneta, she was happy to be with her, as she had been, Veneta wasn't upset either. She knew Bulma wasn't feel well, and she wasn't going to make her do anything she didn't want, she just wanted to be close to her her, she wanted her to be near her and feel her touching her again.

As Bulma let herself just calm down, she was still warm but she was feeling slightly better, though the idea of her fever was at the forefront of her thoughts as she wondered if she had a new one or the same one from a few days ago,. As she was lost in thought, Veneta slipped closer to her, happily humming a song; it was one she had heard Bulma humming while she had been working on the gravity machine and had already committed it to her memory.

There were many reasons her fondness of Bulma had become much more than just that of a servant. She did not remember her own parents, the only female that had ever treated her with kindness had been her, she'd suffered so much, when Frieza had found her when she was young. Vegeta had come years ago, and saved her, he had ripped her free from the confines of her dog cage like cell and brought her here. Everything after that had been a memory she owed her prince her life, she remembered someone telling her when she was young. 'I'm sorry I failed you, my loyal subject. Forgive me, for failing you as I have so many others!' She couldn't remember who had said that, if it was Vegeta or someone of the royal family. She had been a sick child, Fireza gave her all sorts of things, they only made it worse. She was so thin, so pale, she was just a bag of bones when Vegeta had found her. He cradled her in his arms, her legs no thicker than his fingers as he rushed her out of that facility. The next thing she knew she woke up with Phoenix. Her personal caretaker, sparingly seeing Vegeta for maybe a few days at a time over the past several years. He came and went just as fast, the man who saved her life, she owed him everything, but she didn't know a sister or a mother. She did not know kindness or affection, she was told to bring Bulma happiness but Bulma gave it back to her without trying. Veneta would not complain she had Vegeta back, and Bulma was here too, they were the mommy and daddy she never had.

Bulma was almost dozing until sher felt something press herself against her breasts, it was a soft head of hair, a pair of small arms wrapped around her back not long enough to hold her waist just yet unlike the tail, she softly purred like a kitten against her. "Hmm… Momma."

Bulma's mind was stunned, she wanted to open her mouth, but she was almost farid. She couldn't be anything but shocked. Could this little girl really, desire her, and see her as a mother? It wasn't that she wasn't happy, it was a feeling that she hadn't felt before, Veneta admired her but she didn't see it to be more than that. She couldn't have this happening, but would it be wrong to reject her. She breathed out heavily, she wouldn't make this little girl feel misery, or rejection. She had adopted Goku as a semi little brother, but a daughter? "Veneta…" She said softly, her hand reaching up to place a soft brushing fingers over her damp head. "Do, you," Bulma took a small pause, trying to calm her own feelings of turmoil, "want me as your mother?"

The black hair was clinging to her face, it wrapped around her neck in short spikes, mixing with Bulma's soft aqua curls as they floated in the water. Her mouth parted slightly. "Only… Only if you want to be, I want. I know you and Vegeta are angry with each other, but I-"

Bulma wasn't able to keep herself from giving her a small smile. What harm could there be? She saw the emotional filled eyes that looked up into her own. She was happy but also nervous as she absent mindedly began to wiggle her toes.

"I'd be happy to be." She said softly.

Veneta's face went white, she tilted her soft black eyes up looking into ocean blue ones. Her bottom lip quivered as Bulma pulled her hand up her back and another against the back of her head and pressed the small girl's head against her own. Bulma's chin settled atop the small girl's head before a bursting fit of tearful crying rang out.

Veneta had never cried in joy, she had never been held like this, not once in her entire life had she been shown love and compassion and it broke her. Abuse was all she had known, Vegeta had never been around her long enough for her to feel anything, the prince was always gone doing his duty as their races royal family. Loneliness had consumed her and for once in her life she wasn't alone, she had someone, a mother with beautiful blue ocean hair and eyes that took away all her past miseries.

She cried and Bulma felt her own eyes grow wet with tears but did not shed them. Never in her life had she seen such a reaction that was so genuine, even as Veneta mumbled and rambled incoherently about how happy she was it made her mind forget for the briefest of moments about everything else.

Several minutes later Veneta had felt more joy than she had in her entire life, but a question that she had been wanting to ask. She couldn't have asked Vegeta, he was entirely too mad about something and hadn't calmed down. "T-the other day I heard you and Vegeta talking. I didn't mean to eavesdrop I didn't, but I wanted... to know if you were p-p-preg-pregnant?" The news had made her nothing but excited, she knew listening in on a private conversation was wrong, but she wanted to know if she could be a big sister?

A feeling of saddness slowly went through her body, as she held Veneta still close. The little girl's joy and ignorance was something she wouldn't take away. Hurting someone who meant nothing but joy with their words would e wrong. She nodded her head slightly as Veneta's smile went wide and squeezed Bulma tightly, but sensitive of her plight kept herself restrained. The joy though of having a sibling and with Vegeta and Bulma being a mommy and daddy it was too much.

"Can he have a tail like me? Will their hair be blue like yours?" asked an excited Veneta, her giggling at the idea of seeing another saiyan boy with blue hair and tail since Vegeta no longer had his own.

"We'll have to see." She said in a soft voice not wanting to let her emotions overwhelm her.

The little girl smiled, she smoothed her hand down over Bulma's stomach as she softly rubbed it. She was so eager she couldn't stop the squealing delight within her. She wondered how big Bulma would get when her belly would be swollen. Bulma saw her fascination and allowed herself to embrace the joy and small bit of light in her heart and soul, as one girl's love and hopes became a part of her own.

[***]

Peace, four uninterrupted days of peace and training had been able to occur allowing his focus to be restored and his gains in strength began to show. Vegeta had been burning himself harder and throwing everything that the gravity chamber and additions provided by Haven could at him.

Phoenix had stopped him with issues of concern for Bulma's health as Veneta refused to leave her side, which wasn't surprising but annoying. He didn't have time to focus upon whatever she wanted, if she desired a mother then so be it, she had the right to choose. Removing that gift from his servant was low, though he may not like it, it was her decision. She wanted to protect her and gain her affections then she could, Vegeta knew where her loyalties were and she wouldn't betray him.

Phoenix had scanned her body many times and could not explain her sickness, it wasn't a conventual disease that he was familiar with. She'd remained within her room not very willing to venture to far from it and a regeneration tank would not help her since it wasn't a physical issue. Vegeta would have to bring an actual doctor here, so he had sent Phoenix off world with nearly twenty sentinels to locate and adequate physician and bring them back here, willing or not.

They would be returning any moment now as Phoenix was anything but punctual, as he now waited by the launch area he pondered the situation. Kakarot's wench apparently had no complications and gave birth to a half breed. So why was his mate suffering so much, clearly if the birth had been genetic complications his harpy would've died but no she was just as loud and insufferable as his own woman.

He wasn't like Kakarot anyway, he wouldn't love this woman but he would care for her. Whatever suppressed desires that existed in him were not his own, a prince could not love, he didn't know what love was. It was only an emotion that made one weak. She would be his duty to protect, that with his son but that was it. Both were honor bound to be protected by him and that would remain. Abandoning her was also out of the question, his bond would not allow that, for the rest of his life she would be his responsibility and nothing more.

A large orange light flashed around the landing pad as he looked up and saw Phoenix speeding through the space, his body outfitted for space travel to land upon a world like a projectile. Impacting on the ground at sub light speeds and be fit and ready to fight. "About time," He snorted as phoenix slammed down with the force of a magnitude five earthquake.

"Lord," said the giant machine. He bowed. "I have brought them." Soon following was a large pod that touched down on the world. The door opened up and down were pushed several different aliens. All of which had some appearance of intelligence. Humanoid in appearance, he wondered if they might even be able to understand his mate's physiology properly. Too late to reconsider, he grunted.

"Show them to her," His eyes looking to the two men and one woman doctors. "Make sure they do not harm her, if they try anything kill them…"!

A/N: Would you accept Veneta as your child if you were Bulma? I'm curious, feel free to explain if you like :P

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