"WOMAN!"

I rolled my eyes. He couldn't be serious. It was only six o'clock in the morning, Trunks was asleep, and so was I. Until now.

"Woman, I demand your response!"

Then the banging on the door came. I swung it open with a deathglare, "What the hell is your problem?"

"That inadequate machine of yours has proven its inferiority once again! It requires your services immediately."

I blinked. Really? Did he think that things would just go back to me being his slave and him being the obnoxious, holier than thou Prince that he thought he was?

"Well? I do not have all day, woman. You do realize it is merely-"

"Yes, months away. I know. Well guess what? I require something called SLEEP unlike SOME people, and so does Trunks. I will get to it when I can, but until then you need to be much quieter-"

"WAHHHHH!"

Their eyes locked, one holding an intense annoyance and the other with exasperation. I rolled my eyes again, huffing and puffing and I strode past him and to the nursery. He stayed put, the scared little man he was. I almost giggled, but my ears were pierced by the sound of my son crying and my maternal instincts kicked in. I didn't see Vegeta standing there at the doorway, watching us like a hawk ready to prey.

I reached in the cabinet and grabbed an already warmed bottle of formula for Trunks. Luckily, I didn't have to sacrifice my body to feed him, since I was queen of technology. I had managed to make a cabinet that worked like a refrigerator, except it did the opposite function. I looked up to connect eyes with his dark, obsidian orbs as they observed me feeding Trunks.

"What?" I asked innocently, blinking. He shook his head and left.

That damned woman and her damned child. I felt waves of rage burst through me at the very sight of them. How dare she create an entirely new distraction while I was gone. I had achieved the greatest transformation of my life, an entirely new level of power envied by even the gods themselves. And yet I was overshadowed, overpowered again. If it wasn't Kakarrot and his idiocy, then it was Bulma and her own.

A part of did inquire how she was able to undergo a pregnancy with a Saiyan child, her being so feeble and human. But of course, that was part of my ridiculous attraction to her after all. She had an awe-inspiring willpower that, if translated into physical strength, could rival even a Saiyan's.

However, I refused to respect her. I refused to allow my body to crave her once again. I refused to let her presence impede my progress. I was to be the best warrior on this very planet, the strongest and the fastest. This would not occur should I allow even the slightest bit of distraction again. The Androids alone would take much more than everything I had at that moment in time... And then so would Kakarrot. If he even survived, the foolish clown.

Thoughts encircled my brain as I trained, sweat building at my temple as veins bulged and muscles flexed. I felt the energy running through me as my hair turned blonde and my eyes turned teal. I was going to beat them all with my bare hands if need be. I would not taste the bittersweet forfeit that I had on this wretched planet with Kakarrot, or on Namek as Frieza blasted a hole through my chest.

I was never going to lose another fight again.

Or so I had thought.

"Oh, that Vegeta! He just works so hard! And I like what he did with his hair, it looks so gorgeous!" Blushed my mom as she delivered pancakes to the table. I had to keep from rolling my eyes while spooning some food for Trunks. He had already gone past formula and onto real baby food. I was amazed at how fast he was developing, and scared at the same time. I felt a strange, maternal anxiety at his growing up. I didn't want him to. But still, a smile took over me with pride at my son as he gobbled his food like he had been famished all his life.

"Mom, please. He didn't 'do' anything with his hair. That's just a transformation Saiyans go through when they get super strong. Whatever. He needs to stop gloating and spend time with his son for once."

"As if! That guy's got nothing on his mind except training and beating Goku. Watch, I bet it'll be me who does all the beating!" Yamcha grinned. I raised a sarcastic eyebrow.

"Yamcha, you almost killed yourself in his gravity chamber. Don't think I didn't see that on the monitor. Besides, we all know Goku will save us from everything once he avoids the heart virus. Then everything will be peachy keen! Right, little Trunks?" I asked in babytalk. My son beamed before taking a big bite off of his spoon.

Just then, the door to the kitchen swung open and Vegeta strode in. His glance flickered past Yamcha at me and Trunks. I felt my expression darken slightly before turning my attention back to Trunks' food.

"Hmpf. Nice to see you lounging around instead of actually moving a finger to fight the Androids. But don't bother... I'll be doing all the dirty work myself." Vegeta gloated indirectly towards Yamcha, who stood up and slammed his fists on the table. I sent him a glare.

"Not in front of the baby, guys. If you want to fight it out, be my guest, but do it somewhere else-"

"Ha! The fool is not worthy of my attention, let alone my strength. If he wants to squander away the little time he has left before I blast this planet to pieces, then so be it. But I have real training to do."

"Well at least I had the balls to be there when Bulma birthed YOUR child. You couldn't even show up for that!"

Vegeta stopped, his nostrils flaring. His eyes fell down to Trunks', narrowing slightly, and then he walked away silently.

"Haha. I got him there, didn't I Bulma?" Yamcha asked, a proud smirk on his face. I picked up Trunks and gave him an exasperated look.

"Yeah thanks for making things more tense around here. That's the way I like it."

"Uhh!"

"Would anybody like some more tea?" Asked Mrs. Briefs.

"No!" Yamcha and I yelled in unison before I took Trunks to his bed. Yamcha must have left because I heard an engine start. I stared out the window at his red convertible and sighed. As close as Yamcha was to being somewhat of a father figure for Trunks, it made everything ten times more uncomfortable with Vegeta around. I felt better just taking care of things myself after having done so for so long.

I put on the Mozart lullabye player for Trunks and shut the door quietly. As I turned around, I ran into a hard surface and had two onyx orbs boring into me. I gasped and his hand went over my mouth as a dark hatred filled his eyes.

"I will not be made a fool of by a fool. Understand? I no longer want that buffoon in MY house."

I took his wrist and ripped it away from me, my eyes heating with a rivalling resentment. "First of all mister, this is MY house. And besides, he had a point."

I quickly shuffled away from him, knowing this would probably escalate and wake the baby. I heard him growl as he followed me to my room.

"You will not walk away from me-"

"Well I just did. Just like you walked away from ME. Remember?"

"That blasted son of yours is none of my concern. I was never even aware of its existence-"

"He is not an IT, Vegeta. He is our son. Do you even care about that? Doesn't that mean your royal heritage is carried on?"

"Never. I nor my descendants would allow a half-breed to spoil the purity of the Saiyan line."

"Well, fine. Then don't prance around here with your new transformation and try to say this is your house. This is not Planet Vegeta and it never will be."

He narrowed his eyes with a dangerous flint of anger before stepping closer to me, inches apart. "He is not my son, and he never will be."

The words caused an icy stab through my heart as my eyes filled with misty tears. My chest heaved as the words "Get out" somehow made it through my mouth. I turned away from him and folded my arms. I closed my eyes, letting the rejection sink in as it always would even before that fateful night, and heard the door close behind me.

Rage consumed me. My body confused me. Everything was another example of how fucked up the situation had become. It seemed my self-control was lacking, and each move I made was a mistake, especially with her. I cursed myself for ever coming here to this mudball of a planet. I regretted every moment spent lusting after her, every touch, every contact I had made with her physically. The fact that it had spawned an inbred half-Saiyan child was the very pennacle.

How could I have underestimated the potency of Saiyanjin sperm? How could I have been so blinded by my own physical needs, the instinct to fuck her until I was finally exhausted by the extremity of the heat between us. I was disgusted by her, by that infant, and by myself.

I was by myself. I left the compounds of Capsule Corp. and ventured deep into the wood far away from her. How could she have damned him by naming him something so ridiculous... The fact that he was my son and did not bear the name of Vegeta was a travesty, a blasphemy against me. I guess I deserved it for abandoning her, but she was a fool for believing I would stay. What did she really think, that I would become bonded with her? That I would become a homebound animal?

Stupidity. Utter stupidity. For such a genius of a human, she sure did not use her brain sometimes. Logically, I would never form such emotions or such bonds as humans did. It was a vulgar display of feeling that I simply lacked. How could she not know this?

Then it became clear to me. I could never open to another person again. The many moments and many fights we had in which I revealed way too much of my past and my history to her became apparent to me to be erraneous.

Well, never again. It was then, in the forest surrounded by the swaying trees in the moonlight that I decided I was finished. To try and coexist with her was impossible. She expected too much from someone who had never before encountered such an infuriating and alluring female of an inferior species. I blasted the next row of trees ahead of me, making sure to kill whatever was in my path. I knew not to let it get out of control, for Kakarrot could not know of my transformation.

"Vegeta."

I looked up to see the Namekian. His ridiculous white cape flowed with the wind as his dark silhouette reflected against the moon. I narrowed my eyes with contempt. "What in the hell do you want, Namek?"

"You cannot go destroying nature as you please. Take your frustrations out elsewhere."

"Heh.. As if you have the authority to command me around as you please. Go back to training with that foolish clown of yours..."

"Insulting Goku won't eradicate whatever's pissed you off. If you need to talk about it..."

"There is nothing to talk about! Especially with the likes of you Earth-bound imbeciles."

"Fine. But there won't be anymore destruction of this planet. It's unnecessary while we're trying to train to fight off the real enemies."

"Whatever. Fuck off."

"Hmpf.."

Piccolo disappeared into the night. I seethed in silence, my fists clenching as her face reappeared in my mind's eye. Nostrils flaring, I sat in the grass and contemplated what the hell to do next.

I was so mad. Mad at him, mad at myself, mad at life. Why did I have to go and get pregnant from the world's biggest jerk ever? I felt so stupid to think that he would take kindly to Trunks' existence, that he would embrace the position of father or even find some appreciation for his royal bloodline to be continued. I shook my head as tears welled up in my eyes, my knees crawling up to my chest. Sobs crawled up to my throat and I let them go. I hadn't cried in so long since I had found something of self-sufficiency through motherhood and independence from having a father present for Trunks.

I felt so guilty, so pitiful for my son. What was going to happen after the Androids? Would Vegeta truly go after Goku? What if he won? Would we be next? Or would he leave and forget that we ever existed?

I didn't know. I was so frustrated by the entire situation, so full of resentment and bitterness that I could barely find the hope in my friends to beat those damn things coming our way. All I could do was watch as Vegeta neglected Trunks and me. Rejected, cold, and feeling sorry for myself, I curled up in a fetal position and let myself cry until I slowly fell asleep.

What must've been hours later, I awoke with a cold draft blowing over my scantily clad body. Apparently my tank top and sweats weren't enough to keep warm in the midnight air. Sleepily, I rubbed my eyes and saw that my balcony door was open. I got up, put on a Capsule Corp. jacket and looked out.

There he was... sitting on the ledge and leaning against the wall of the building. I sighed. Here we go again. Deja vu crept up inside me so overwhelmingly that I almost wanted to start crying again, pre-emptively of course.

I took a daring step forward, watching him as he looked out onto the compound. What was he thinking? Did he hate us? Really?

"Woman."

I stopped. My eyebrows automatically burrowed. "It's Bulma."

"Whatever." He turned his eyes to me, those soft, obsidian orbs piercing me with a full, dark range of emotions that I could even begin to decipher. Even I, the computer genius, could not build a program intricate enough to figure him out.

I stared back, folding my arms and shaking slightly from the cold breeze. "What are you doing out here so late?"

"Does it matter?"

"Well, no... I was only asking-"

"I'm thinking."

I blinked. Taking in a breath, I mustered up the courage to allow my internal questions to filter through my lips. "About?"

"Everything."

He got off the ledge, his eyes still on me like an owl eyeing a rat. I felt self-conscious, dirty, and strange. Being so close to him after so long was peculiar, it filled me with so many different desires that I didn't know what to do next. I wanted to slap him, hit him, push him, and kiss him all at once.

He snarled at me then, his eyes flashing with a hint of rage. "I hate..."

The closer he got to me, the more breathless I became. "You hate what..?"

He dipped his head down to the crook of my neck, causing goosebumps to form throughout my body and send thrills up my spine. "I hate how much I want you.."

Before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine, and the heat became present all over again. Its fire spread through my body, and as cold as it was, I couldn't help but revel in the warm familiarity of his touch, his kiss. I could feel him inhale my scent, his teeth grazing against my lips like he wanted to devour me all over again. My loins jumped, the waves of revitalization not completely expected.

I pushed him slightly, and he turned away completely, his back to me in the moonlight. I had been here once before. I had allowed him to take me and spit me out like a vicious viper. I wouldn't have it. Not again.

"Vegeta... I can't."

I could see his chest heaving, the anger rising in him like sour bile. "Why not?" He rasped.

"Vegeta, I-"

"Why, is it because that desert rat touched you after I did?"

My face contorted with outraged disgust, "What? No!"

He spun around, his hands on my shoulders suddenly, almost pushing me backwards but his grip on me was too strong to let me fall. "Did he kiss you, ravage your body as I did with my own?"

"Vegeta! Stop-!"

"IS this what he did to you?"

I was picked up, thrown against the wall with his body of steel pinning me to it. I couldn't move, could hardly breathe as the world spun and his mouth was claiming mine again with so much violent force that I felt the wind knocked out of me. "Vegeta, you're hurting me!" I could barely murmur against him. He released me, turned away again.

I gasped for air. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You! You are what's wrong with me. You and this fucking hole you call Earth!"

I looked down, not knowing what to say. Should I apologize for being myself? Why? I was so utterly confused, but my body knew exactly what it wanted. My core was still reeling from the turbulent act of aggressive lust that he had just displayed. And the fact that jealousy played a part in it was quite flattering as well.

"I am going to destroy those Androids..."

"And then what? Leave again? Pretend like I didn't bear you a son?" I shouted, the buried anger pouring out of me like a waterfall.

He fell silent. The wind picked up against, blowing his upright mane to the side. Kami, he was still as beautiful as he was when we first hooked up..

"Show me."

He looked to the side, barely gazing at me with surprise etched on his dark features. "What?"

"Show me... Your transformation."

"I cannot. Kakarrot-"

"I don't care about Goku. I want to see..."

"No."

"Fine. If I try to jump off that ledge, would you?"

He turned around to face me, "Bulma, you are insane."

I smirked. "Try me."

Before he could react, I jumped to my heel and ran as fast as I could to the ledge of the balcony, got on top of it and spread my arms wide as I plummeted to the ground.

Yepyep! Another chapter down! The Androids are coming, the Androids are coming...

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