Author's Note: Loved the many reviews so here's a treat. Plus I owed it to you since I didn't come out with the last chapter faster. And for Neobatwoman this one should be long enough.

WARNING: Mature Audience.

-Chapter 14 Moonshine

I can't remember what it is you did, Somewhere along the way I'm giving in. I never meant to fall this hard. I can't forget the way you sound, And now I can't remember, How I did without--Lit

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"Daddy, Daddy!" Bra squealed as she ran down the hall to her parents' bedroom. She shoved the door open and flew herself into her father's lap who was calmly lying on the bed before the female ran in. Bra squeezed him plopping herself down in his lap. "What's you watchin'?" She asked before falling from her father's stomach and snuggling in beside him.

Vegeta looked down at her lavender head. "I thought your mother put you to bed, brat."

"I not tired. I want to stay wit you." She wrapped her arm around his abdomen, burying her tiny head into his chest.

Vegeta shook his head. She sure was a weird Sayian child. And her grammar was simply awful. If they were on Planet Vegeta, she would be smacked every time she missed pronounced a word or talked like she does: Baby talk, as the woman calls it. Vegeta winced at that thought though. He couldn't imagine him or his mate hitting their child for something so stupid as that. Especially this little female snuggled into his side. She was too innocent, too pure. And so fragile.

He heard her yawn and looked over at the clock. It was almost eleven at night. She should have been asleep over two hours ago. The little child was probably playing with her dolls. She certainly had weird fascinations. Vegeta had watched her once while she entertained herself. She would talk in different voices and make up stories using her dolls as her characters. He had wondered if that was normal for human children, for it certainly scared the yell out of him. Bulma had reassured him though.

Vegeta heightened wondering what was going on his home to keep his daughter from sleeping. He felt the boy's weak ki fluctuating. Bulma had moved him into his bedroom, along with the monitors and drugs he needed. Needless to say, he still hadn't visited the boy.

He sighed inwardly. Vegeta knew he needed to explain his actions. He just didn't know how. What was he going to say? That he was only trying to protect himself from an imaginary situation and kill the creature that was supposedly going to rape him? He could see that conversation going on for a while.

Vegeta couldn't apologize. Not in any form that was acceptable except the actual words. And actually saying sorry wasn't one of his best qualities. Vegeta thought again about how he used to get Trunks' forgiveness; by taking him to the park or playing whatever game he wanted, or teaching him a new language.

Those type of apologizes haven't worked in a long while. Not because Trunks had grown older but because of his own actions. Ever since he blew himself up against Buu. Their relationship changed. Trunks had cried many nights after his death, according to Bulma, wondering why he was so set on abandoning his son. Trunks had thought it was because of him and no words from the woman could chase those ugly and untrue thoughts away. And after the event past, Vegeta was soon to find out that no longer was the 'god' his son had thought him to be. Prior to Buu, he had heard on many occasions, young Trunks explain to the five year old Goten about how his dad was the strongest warrior in the world. Those thoughts had died when he did.

It wasn't a great feeling knowing that his son no longer thought of him as the 'greatest dad in the whole world'.

Vegeta may not have regretted taking Babidi's powers, but, he regretted how much it affected his mate and son. He never would have thought that his death would cause so much grief for them. He didn't understand it. He had never treated them decent.

After Kakarot had sacrificed his life at the Cell Games, he had completely shut himself off from Bulma and the child for several months. Then without knowing what he was doing, he entered the woman's room and mated with her, and in the middle actually marked her. Obviously he hadn't planned on doing so but there was no taking it away. After that, things went sort of back to normal. He didn't go near her again for a long time. Too confused on what kind of magic the woman held over him. He went on training non-stop and when he wasn't training, Bulma and him would fight constantly about his parenting skills (or lack there of) and his attitude. It was the year Trunks turned four that they actually got along, and it was in that time frame that they got married.

But within five months of the Tournament, he locked himself in the GR and neglected both his mate and son. It had been at that time he came to realize what type of person he had become. A commoner. A human with a family. And the desire to leave Earth no longer lingered and his wish to be king no longer mattered.

It was with this in mind, he had taken Babidi's power. And destroyed whatever foundation he had made for himself with Bulma and Trunks.

But at the time he had not cared. He received a chance to take back what was rightfully his. Avenge himself by defeating the person that took his pride, honor, and title. Kakarot. He had all the power he needed by receiving the boost of strength. They were finally equal. None of that shit about being the weaker being. Being a disgrace to his own people by a third class warrior. He was elite, and it finally showed.

However Kakarot had seen through it. He had known Vegeta's secret. And exploited it on the battle field. Kakarot's words that day had hit him harder then any blow received. Vegeta had always strived to be the perfect warrior. With no attachments, no strings, and no feelings just as he was taught to be his whole life. But the fool's words made him miserably realize that he all ready had all of that. And it was too late to change. That was why he blew himself up. He had changed, just like he told the woman. And he wanted to show it to her and to his offspring, to Kakarot, and more importantly to himself that he wasn't a monster anymore.

"Daddy, what's you tinkin' about?" Bra crawled back up on his lap, nipping her fingernails at his shirt.

"Why you are not in bed, child."

"I'm not¼" she was interrupted by a yawn, "tired." She finished. Bra laid her head down upon his chest, curling into a ball as she closed her eyes.

Vegeta looked down at his tiny princess, wondering why the child was so obviously denying her need to sleep. Against his better judgment, he let his chest rumble in a small purr, wanting to lure the female off to sleep. She smiled just slightly against him and she sighed happily before gently gripping his shirt with her small hands as if he were a teddy bear.

He couldn't believe that he almost made the woman get rid of this little thing. Vegeta hadn't meant for the woman to get pregnant again. Hell, he hadn't meant for her to conceive a child the first time either. But damn, he never regretted that night they first had each other, no matter the consequences that took place afterward. It had to have been the best mating session he ever experienced. And out of it, they, the two most unlikely of people to even think about liking each other, had a kid. He couldn't believe a night he thought was a mistake, would have gotten him where he was today.

What would he be like if he had left? If he had gotten from his bed, made the woman leave, and never once see her again? How different would he be? Would he ever of had a family with someone else? He couldn't see it. He couldn't see himself mating any other creature on this pitiful planet. It made him sick in the stomach to just imagine that. Just to think about waking up and going to sleep every night with any other woman but Bulma. Vegeta wondered why.

He looked down at the precious being in his lap to see her eyes closed, face relaxed, and ki at rest. Finally the little runt was asleep. Vegeta searched the premises for his mate, only to detect her downstairs. More then likely she was gabbing on the phone with Kakarot's harpy. He bared his teeth, she better not be talking about him. It was bad enough that Trunks was going to need to know. The ugly half-demon woman had no right to be in his business.

Vegeta looked down at the female. He could just leave her there and wait till the woman came up and received her. But by then Bulma would have explained the whole conversation with the psychiatrists.

Decision made, Vegeta slowly maneuvered till the little child curled in his arms. She moaned lightly something incoherent, before she stuck her thumb in her mouth. Vegeta shook his head and scoffed. So un-Sayian like she was. He walked down to her bedroom, careful not to disturb her small form.

Vegeta slowly eased the little child into her bed, only to meet her light blue eyes staring up at him. "Sleep, Princess."

She yawned while nodding, "I love you, Daddy." She reached up to hug him tightly, which Vegeta awkwardly placed his large hand on her small back. He took in her pure scant, then pulled away and she fell back on the mattress. "How come you didn't say it back?" She asked.

Vegeta inwardly cringed and saddened at her question. It was times like these where he resented his stubborn pride. It wasn't that he didn't love her. He could honestly say only to himself that he cherished his two kids. They were his flesh and blood. He made them into beings. How could he not feel so deeply for them? Even his own father admitted once a deep attachment for him. So how come he couldn't do the same?

"You do love me, Daddy, right?" Her voice sounded so pitiful, so afraid that he didn't.

How could she even question that? True he has never once said it to her, but damn it, he's her father, he couldn't not love her. He scoffed, "Of course. Never ask such a stupid question. Now sleep." She smiled at him and nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer. Vegeta stood from the bed and watched her snuggle into her sheets, and the pink thing next to her. She soon fell into her dreams, causing Vegeta to depressingly sigh.

Hesitantly, he leaned down and kissed her soft, silky lavender hair, stroking it once with his palm, gently, then left.

Vegeta carried himself to the hole in the floor he had made a long time ago in the upstairs family room. Bulma had been mad for a while after he blasted that thing and complained about how it was dangerous for the young one. So out of compromise, he placed a permanent ki shield around it. It was easier for him not to go to a window every time he wanted to go downstairs. He fell through it, landing on his feet gently in the corner of the living room.

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Bulma nodded, the headpiece was tight up against her ear as she cleaned the dishes. "Yeah, I agree. Well what do you expect?" She listened to Chi-Chi and giggled, "It's Goku." She tried to reason. "Stop it, it's not meaningless…" Her hands stalled, the water running still, nearly burning her with the steaming water but she was ignorant of it all.

Her memories flashed a battle nearly nine years ago. Vegeta in the center of the ring, blind with an unknowing rage, his voice loud even over the screaming people of the arena. "Meaningless, huh? What do you know of meaningless? Spend most of your life ruled by another, watch your race dwindle to a handful, and then tell me what has more meaning then your own strength!"

Bulma blinked pulling her hands out of the scolding water and shut it off, "Sorry, Chi-Chi." She calmed the woman screaming about her silence. "I'll talk to you later, okay, I'm tired." Thankfully her friend let her go. Bulma threw the phone down, bracing herself against the sink, grimacing upon her burnt hands.

Vegeta watched with confusion as to what had gotten her so silent. The desire to scare her was cut short by her actions. He sat in a chair at the bar, alerting her of his presence.

The woman slightly jumped as she swung around. Her wide eyes caught his and she blinked several times before coming back inside herself. She smiled warmly but he could tell it was fake. Vegeta broke the annoying silence, "Why were you talking to the harpy so late?" He was going to ask what she was thinking about but the moment he caught her gaze he already knew. She had been reminiscing about his day as Majin Vegeta.

Bulma giggled softly, shaking her head. She turned back around, taking a deep breath still trying to overcome the large wave of sadness the memories of the Buu epidemic brought. Bulma reached over and pressed on the panel and it dropped open. She pushed a button and waited till a small section opened in the wall and held a jug of water. She lifted it out and pressed the close button. "Don't feel like training tonight?" she asked as she placed the jug before him after placing down a small cup. He shook his head. "Want something to eat?" Not receiving an answer, Bulma went to the control panel and pushed a blue key. In reaction, Swiss cakes appeared on the tray.

Bulma smiled as she lifted it off. Vegeta's favorite foods were anything with chocolate in them, so she had made sure to have her own share in the company, buying more then they were making at times. She set the box down in front of him, which he instantly dug into. "What were you talking about with her?" He asked before swallowing the whole roll in one bite, almost moaning as the taste hit his sensitive senses.

"I asked her to baby sit Bra and look after Trunks tomorrow while we go to the doctors."

He growled, "Woman I don't want that witch or her fool of a mate to know--"

"Vegeta, I'm not as stupid as you think I look." She received a raised eyebrow, Bulma scoffed rolling her eyes. "I know you don't want anyone to know. I haven't told a soul, not even Trunks. But I think you should talk to him. He thinks that he did something wrong." Bulma watched him turn his eyes away and instantly dropped the subject. "Anyway, I told Chi-Chi that we were going to a meeting. She has agreed to watch Bra all week while we go."

"All week?"

"Yep, that's the deal."

"Onna, it will interfere with my training."

"Vegeta, come on, please don't start that. You can train all you want but for one hour or more a day, is not going to affect you. And besides." Bulma eased her way out of her chair and into her husband's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, "You are all ready the strongest, sexiest man I know."

"You are not getting any of my food, Woman." He quickly stated, moving the box out of her reach.

Bulma giggled at him, while she nibbled lightly on his delicate ear, "It's not food I want."

Vegeta closed his eyes to bask at her attentions. He took in a deep breath through his nose, filling his senses with her heated scent causing an unwanted shiver to rock through him. He couldn't take her, and she was just making his control worse. Vegeta pulled away reluctantly, "Woman."

Bulma's brows ceased at his obvious rejection. She pulled back to look at him, "What's wrong?"

"Do not," He searched for a good word, "tease me. You know you cannot mate." He bit down on his roll. Vegeta became slightly nervous at the smirk she gave him before she shifted to straddle his waist, with her hands upon his shoulders. He tightened his jaw at her movements. Her large breasts nearly knocking him over, seducing him as her pelvis rubbed his.

She attacked his neck with lips and tongue, nipping the raw flesh. She pulled the collar away and let her tongue glide across the sensitive, light scar that she had made a long time ago, getting an immediate growl of desire from her counterpart. Bulma smiled in accomplishment as his hands rested upon her hips, wondering up her sides and gliding across her back. Soon, his large fingers danced in her hair, lifting her face up to meet his soft lips. Bulma groaned against him, mouths open and closing with perfect rhythm.

She heard the chair beneath them slid out and instantly wrapped her long legs around his hips as his stood. His strong hand gripped her rump, squeezing it experimentally. Bulma felt his other hand leave her hair as he flicked off the light, never once breaking the kiss as he strutted into the living room and floating up into the hole she hated so much.

As soon as Vegeta's feet touched the floor in the family room, he shoved his mate against the wall, grinding his growing erection into her covered sex organ. They broke the kiss to pant in one another's mouths needing satisfaction more then ever. Vegeta's lips dropped to her throat causing her small hands to run through his silky hair. His hand ran up her body, briefly passing over her covered breast before grabbing the collar of her blouse and ripping it down the middle, exposing her black laced bra and pale skin for only his eyes ever to see. He kissed the top of each mound, running his tongue along the lace. "Vegeta, bedroom." Bulma moaned as she tried to push her breast into his mouth.

He pushed off the wall, grabbing her buttocks again to keep her from falling. His lips lingered on her chest and neck, tongue sliding across his own faint scar he had left on her many years prior. Her thighs quivered around him. Vegeta heightened his ki and dematerialized out of the room only to reappear in their bedroom, slamming the door and locking it.

They had been interrupted once in the middle of the night when they were being a bit too loud for their youngest daughter. She had opened the door and peaked inside, asking 'What are you guys doing?' It had been a good thing they were both under covers for if the child had actually seen what they were "doing" she would have been traumatized for life. So Vegeta always made sure to lock the door.

Bulma removed her arms from her destroyed shirt throwing it on the ground then once again wrapping them around his neck. She slowly loosened her legs around his waist, mingling with his own as her feet hit the floor. Bulma backed them up toward the bed; Vegeta holding on to her lips had no other choice but to follow along. She smiled against him before suddenly turning around and shoving themselves on the bed with her on top and between his own thighs.

Vegeta's strong hands roamed down her bare back, gripping her rump and grinding her against his fully arousal, groaning at the sensations that ran through him. Feelings what only she was capable of igniting in him. He bent his legs up so his feet rested upon the bed, letting her have full touch of his body. Bulma removed her hands from his form, flattening her palms upon the bed and bringing her knees to the mattress so she now hovered above him.

With one last nip, Bulma broke the kiss. She smiled, panting along with him as he gazed up at her with hooded eyes. She lowered her mouth to his strong chin, kissing it lightly, moving down his throat while her hands tugged on his shirt. Vegeta sat up causing her to rise to balance on her knees and watch as he removed his shirt. She took in a deep, shaking breath at the sight of his muscle packed chest and abdomen, all moving in perfect rhythm with the other.

Vegeta smirk, simply satisfied at her expression. But desperately wanting more. He wrapped his arms around her as his kisses descended upon her neck causing her to arch against him, throwing her head back in a low moan. He traveled down the well-worn path of her collar bone to the top of her still covered breasts, nuzzling his face in the plump fat.

He whimpered silently as she began to pull away from his hold. Vegeta watched as she stood before him with a smirk. He responded the same leaning back on his elbows, letting the woman strip for him. He found it utterly amusing when she played with him in bed for he could smell her pure desire grow rapidly. And it was more arousing to know that she was holding off her own pleasure just to give him a show.

Bulma slowly turned around, giving him view of her backside while she reaching around and unclipped her bra. She wiggled it down causing her breasts to sway. Vegeta chuckled at her actions watching as she turned her head and winked at him.

Her hands enticingly slid down her sides, running along the hem of her pants, gliding to the front. He heard the button unclasp and the sound of the zipper following. His smirk soon disappeared. He watched as her hand run down into her pants, her thump clutching on the hem, pulling it down the furthest her hands went. He flinched, holding himself back as he saw the black thong she wore beneath. He truly thought the type of under garment was pointless but damn did it look good on his mate.

She bent low, smiling proudly to herself as she heard the low growl in her husband's throat reach her ears. Bulma had to admit that she had never heard such a pleasing sound beside that of his moans. She stepped out of the clothing and threw it to the side, slowing turning. Her palms rested upon her breast hiding them from him. He smirked. He could describe in perfect detail everything that was hidden from him at that moment. He had memorized every crevice on her body.

He watched with serious, hard eyes as she tediously stepped to the bed and crawled between his bent legs, up his body, grasping his hands in hers and holding them above his head. The tips of her erected breasts brushed just barely against his bare chest causing his breath to kick up along with his heartbeat as he stared back into her blue, blazing eyes. Her nose gently rubbed against his while she teased his lips, pulling back when he went forward to grab them. "Vegeta¼" She whispered before pushing her soft, swollen mouth against his. He basked in the passion that surrounded them while their mouths open and closed with flawless motion.

She pulled back though, much to his disappointment and felt her lips descend to his ear, "I just want to tell you. That I am very proud of you. The way you stayed calm today, and answering questions I know were hard for you. And you, not once went off. I know it's hard. But believe me, it will get better. I promise. I just want to show my gratitude for your patience. And maybe, if you keep that way, I might start doing things that I never do for you."

"Like obeying my every command?"

She giggled, "I don't think that will be happening any time soon." Dropping her forehead against his shoulder, she whispered into his skin, "I love you."

Vegeta closed his eyes at hearing that. He slowly pulled his hands away and slid them down her arms to wrap around her back, holding her hard against him. He took a deep breath through his nose, running a hand through her hair and lifting her head up to gaze upon him. He nibbled on her lips, "Maybe¼if they help¼I will be able to return those words one day." Bulma bit her lip and tears sprung to her gaze. She smashed her lips hard against him, letting him know that she all ready knew, he didn't need to say it.

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Vegeta gently brushed her matted hair from her sweaty shoulder to lay his lips upon the heated skin. He heard her sigh in contentment slowing her breathing down. Vegeta shifted from behind her, pulling himself from between her rump, letting her legs intertwine with his. His hand gently glided up and down her soft, wet side, wanting her to relax after their intense round of lovemaking. They may not do it from behind many times, but they sure knew how to work it. Only fact was, Vegeta knew it hurt her every time. The only reason they don't do this position very often. Only when she was in heat or absolutely begged for it. Vegeta smirked against her.

He grabbed the light sheet from the side of the bed and flung it around their wet bodies before ordering the fans to go on. That was one thing about technology. It made you lazy as hell but it was so convenient.

Vegeta ran his tongue over the reopened scar upon her neck, regretting his natural instinct when she cringed at the pain. He rarely ever marked her, knowing it harms the fragile being. But that didn't mean every time they mated he didn't have to fight with himself not to sink his teeth into her skin. He had explained to her why he bit her the first time they truly mated. She had smiled brightly at him, tears threatening to fall. Vegeta had been confused by that, he hadn't really said anything that should have upset her. Then she threw her arms around him and provoked another round of sex, and, to Vegeta's astonishment and utter relief she had sunk her teeth into him. It absolutely blew his mind causing him to seize his actions above her and stare upon the pillow as she slowly sucked his blood. She had willingly marked him as her eternal mate. Vegeta didn't even know what to think of that. But it was a great feeling.

A slight groan from his mate interrupted him thoughts, "What's wrong?" He questioned hoping it wasn't his fault.

"Nothing, just the normal. My breasts are killing me." She groaned, trying to curl into a ball only Vegeta had her leg trapped and arms around her waist.

Vegeta tightened his jaw, scowling himself for not controlling himself enough to last seven days without having her. He knew the effects of being in heat were for her. They only worsened after mating. Vegeta reached around, cupping the plump tissues before gently massaging the mounds, smirking softly as she pushed into his hands. He heightened his ki, letting it soak into her skin, feeling her gasp when the pain slowly ebbed away.

But his smirk slowly faded when his fingers pressed down gently on her left breast. A small hum of concern vibrated his chest. Bulma shifted her head up to look at him. "What?"

"It got bigger." He stated seriously.

Bulma giggled, "So glad you noticed."

"No, Onna. Feel here." He grabbed her hand and lifted it to her left mound, pressing her fingers on the lump, "What is that?"

Bulma's brows knitted as she pushed harder, padding her fingers against the side of her breast. "I don't know."

"I noticed it a few months ago. I thought it would go away but it keeps getting bigger. Does it hurt?"

"No. I never noticed it before. I'll do some research tomorrow." Bulma smuggled into her husband's chest, her eyes wide as she swallowed hard, holding his body close. She knew what it could be. She knew what it felt like. But Bulma didn't want Vegeta to know what it might be. That would only result in him worrying and then resulting in him not going to his doctor's appointments because of her. He needed to get better. Now was not the time to worry about her. She sighed.

"What did you talk about with those humans in that office place?" He asked while sliding his hand down to her stomach trying to ignore the weirdness of her ways.

"Nothing important. I just told them what you were. I didn't want them to think that you were crazy saying you were an alien and all. I told them a small piece of your life, the stuff that I know anyway, before you came here. Told them about your powers. Stuff like that. The look on their faces though, Vegeta even you would of have laughed. I bet they thought I was crazy." She paused for a long yawn, "Now shut up. I want to sleep. I am so tired."

Vegeta kissed her shoulder and nodded into her skin before laying his head back. He hadn't decided yet if he wanted to continue going to talk to those doctors. They seemed to want to know more about him and the more information they knew the more danger his family could be in. Those humans would figure out that the children and Bulma were his weaknesses. They could use that against him in battle. It was dangerous, not to mention stupid to tell anyone of what haunts him. Of what could hurt him. No matter how strong Vegeta presented himself, he knew he could be hurt. He had been a few times by some of the things the woman had said in the past. And that was because she knew the way he was before. She used it against him and in effect hurt him emotionally. All though, Kakarot would have to spend the rest of his afterlife in Hell before he ever admitted that to anyone, including himself.

But, they hadn't judged him. They hadn't shown pity, weather they felt it or not, Vegeta couldn't tell but he hadn't seen it. Maybe if they find out who he truly was, maybe they'll run, maybe they'll scream but at the moment Vegeta didn't know. Nor did he care.

The first day and it didn't feel like anything was better, he didn't feel any different, wasn't he suppose to?

He half smiled as he nuzzled his nose into the woman's hair. If he didn't keep going to the doctors to get help, he would keep going just to receive his 'reward' at the end of the day. She, at times, had the sexual personality of a Sayian Female. And if that wasn't a good enough reason to keep going to see those nuts, then Vegeta had no idea what else was.

Well, hoped you enjoyed it. Try and have a good weekend. I might be late again this week with a update, I got finals and my dad's coming down from PA to visit, sorry in advance

Hey question.. Does anybody read the lyrics at the beginnings? Or am I just doing that for me?