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A/N: Back again, with another update. Welcome to our new arrivals to well I can't say MB (as an abbreviation) Cause that's my thing! Damn.. well to my most popular V/B story which I'm happy we get new followers and favs every time I update.

If you haven't seen To Be Punished, I recommend giving it a read. Its my V/B Pure smutt fanfic. Give it a go if you haven't :)

Vegeta had remained awake all night, he hadn't been able to fall asleep, he wasn't tired at all. But he felt as if he had the energy to move, he didn't need to know what was causing his current situation.

It had been a few days since they took a 'date' though that was in human terms. A saiyan date would be a full day of fighting with one another, but then again, a date wouldn't be the appropriate term for it. There was a slight worry though as Phoenix registered that Trunks was developing faster than he should. He was growing in response to a threat, and she was having a taxing experience.

Since Bulma had awoken she had gone to the bathroom, slowly but she had rushed there. He didn't smell anything, or hear anything that might lead him to believe that she was sick.

There was still an awkwardness between them, but it had been less than previous days. But, Vegeta wanted to keep a distance from her. He knew this was the only situation that would be best for them. He knew that her opinion would be different, but he was dead set on trying to remain detached.

Several minutes later, Bulma came out from the bathroom, a light blue robe wrapped around her. She had been through quite the rough night; not only because she couldn't go to sleep, but her poor body was squeezing itself taught. She felt so uncomfortable in her own body with each passing day. That made her only grow concerned as who knew what it meant for the growth of their son.

So far, today, she was feeling better and it would be at least a chance for them to spend some time together for the sake of their son, and their own sanity.

She expected Vegeta to have left to go training, but she found herself drawn to the fact he was still in bed. For a man who could train for days on end without rest, this was a rarity.

"I was wondering if we go out again today?"

He slowly sat up from his bed, a frown was on his face but he nodded. "I suppose it will be appropriate."

Bulma was very hungry, but she knew before she'd ask there'd be a spread prepared for her. She'd eat until she was blue in the face some days. Although, thankful she still kept her figure from how much she ate. In fact, she'd be willing to guess aside from the necessary baby weight she probably weighed less.

"If it would be okay, could we bring Veneta with us?" She felt better in her current state with her there. A little free spirited girl was perfect.

He nodded, but he guessed why. But he would've brought her anyway, she was just another level of protection for her and his son.

"Very well, but do not press yourself woman, you've been taking quite a bit from me already." he grumbled before rolling out a bed though Bulma did not feel mortified as she was before with the nude saiyan she did still look away.

Bulma went to go get something to eat before getting changed, she could already smell what was cooking in the next room. Her half-saiyan son was telling her exactly what he wanted.

Following breakfast, she grabbed her wardrobe to get changed. She slipped on a navy-blue t-shirt and a white ankle length pants. She bundled her hair behind her back, letting it stay down but not blow everywhere. She had also requested a purse, she was Bulma Brief's she could pay and take care of herself.

She waited for her escort which arrived just after she did. He was in short khaki pants, and a white polo shirt, he looked pretty normal and Veneta, it made Bulma bless her heart was in a pink shirt with ponies on it. Vegeta looked at the shirt and then to Bulma who found it adorable.

"Your race is corrupting her."

"It's just my little pony and she's totally adorable." She smiled before looking at Vegeta with a grin. "You would make an excellent Brony." She joked laughing as Vegeta rolled his eyes and snorted.

The earth woman was absurd, he wasn't some food pastry.

Heading towards the elevator they made their way carefully, Bulma using Vegeta's wrist more as she held onto him as a level of support as walking in the room without shoes didn't make her feet throb with them on. Phoenix was waiting for them as they got off, becoming a shoulder mount for the little saiyan who jumped up to the shock of everyone twelve feet and landed right on his armored shoulder.

Once they exited, which was no small surprise of the rumor mill that had been buzzing around. Many people recognized the Capsule Corp Heiress but her entourage kept them at bay, except for the occasional snapping of a photo.

As the days, had passed her mind became more occupied with her usual questioning intellect. What had happened between her and Vegeta was allowing her to see him as someone she could rely on. It wasn't anything she ever thought possible considering his history but she never knew his full backstory, but she had caught the glimpses of it.

But other thoughts were quickly coming to the surface, what would they do once Trunks was born? She had no desire to let her son be away from her once he was born, but she also didn't want to not have Vegeta in his life as well. But the awkward situation was that what would she do if he left, she couldn't exactly force him to stay.

That was a problem, considering that her son would be born very soon. They hadn't talked very much about what would happen when Trunks was born, they perhaps needed to have a few minutes to just sit down and talk this through.

Bulma didn't feel nervous or anxious since coming to the hotel with Vegeta. He didn't pressure her into doing things she didn't want. But they weren't in a causal relationship. Would it be okay now or later?

Remembering the past often came, and she had an easier time putting the old Vegeta not in the same light as the one whose wrist she was holding onto.

She knew that Vegeta would never say he was sorry for what happened, but he did feel guilty, at least beneath the surface. Vegeta had been a person saddled with burdens and responsibilities and abuse all his life. He had just learned to accept his actions, but not excuse them.

"What will we do," She started getting Vegeta's eyes to glance at her. "When we have Trunks with us?"

Vegeta was slightly taken back by her question. He didn't want to be given a chance to see his son, it would further cement that he had done everything to Bulma. A permanent reminder of how he had wronged her. Though, Vegeta knew that he would just perhaps leave and come back if he was needed. The woman didn't need his company, neither would his son.

"It'll be up to you woman."

Bulma nodded to herself, she thought Vegeta was telling her that she could decide what they would do.

"Do saiyans have anything special for when their born? I mean you are a prince, is there something that you would need to do?"

She watched his expression, he was someone who was all about tradition and honor, perhaps there was something he wanted to do. Bulma assumed that there might be a right, a ceremony, anything when he was born.

"I have no other people and no planet, the boy needs nothing from me."

She appeared quite stunned by that response. "Is there anything?"

He shook his head. "The boy is half-saiyan and will be your son, as long as you don't make him into a weakling you can do what you will with the boy."

"Vegeta, that's not what I meant," She said slightly disturbed by his words.

"It is what I mean," he said coldly. "Your son needs you, he will not need me after he's born."

Truthfully, he doubted he'd be able to look at his son and not feel ashamed of himself. He didn't have anyone, no friends, no family, the only people he knew was a machine with a soul, and a near dead saiyan girl it was the only things he knew. He could take his company elsewhere and not give a damn.

Bulma pursed her lips together, she could tell Vegeta wasn't exactly making this a happy conversation.

"Please, your son will need you."

She felt a bit selfish asking him, but she knew that Trunks wouldn't just want his mother. The boy would need a father, he already showed him how much he needed him and he wasn't even born.

She wanted to make her son happy and that would be all that mattered. But she would need him to be there.

"Don't you want to be with him?"

He didn't know if telling her the truth was what she needed.

"I can't, I'm not a father, I'm a saiyan warrior and a prince." He said dismissively.

Truth was, he had nothing to give his son. Everything Vegeta had learned had come from on the battlefield, how to hide your emotions, don't feel remorse, or concern for your own safety when engaged in a battle. He never had real parents for the majority of his life, he didn't have anything. So why would he need to be with his son.

He had slowly realized that his own heir would be just wasted by being with him, and what good would he do if he left him alone. He could only protect his son from the enemies he had made, marking his own flesh for the rest of his life as his bastard.

"There is nothing that the boy needs that you cannot provide."

Bulma was a bit startled, by his blunt answer. She could give her son everything, that was true. But what would happen if her son did not have his father was giving her some stress.

"It's not just that Vegeta. But I can't do everything, you can help him more than I could."

She might be trying to give him some reason to stay but he couldn't. He could not understand why she would want him around at all. He was the man who had done such harsh things to her and even now her life was not her own, because it was him she was bound too. So why? Why did she try to make him believe he would be necessary for her son?

She lived in a world where no one would deny her anything. She did not need him, so why was she trying to push this on him.

The silence fell between them. As Vegeta felt her fingers tightened against him. He could feel her swirling emotions but he could not place them. Everything now felt more normal than ever before, and he didn't want it to be this way. Once Trunks was born and they were safe, he could finally leave without looking back.

But, now his heart didn't want him too, his mind told him it was the only way to go.

They walked together and Bulma found it hard to believe that this was her current situation. That she was out in public talking a walk again with Vegeta. How this could've been possible was still a mystery to her, but at least it was nothing like it had been before with the prince.

Bulma looked up from watching Veneta walk and skip around in front of them happily. As she looked around a pair of green eyes was looking directly at her. It wasn't a common thing for people to stare, but this person was looking at her with such disdain that she felt a chill go down her spine. Her body reacted enough to snap Vegeta's attention.

He looked to Bulma, and quickly caught her gaze but as soon as he had looked there was no one.

"Woman?" He asked unsure of her reaction as she he watched her blink and her eyes flicked around slightly.

"Someone, was staring at me, and… it just gave me a bad feeling." She said shaking her head wondering if she might've imagined it.

At first, he might not have believed her, but the reaction of her body told him her instincts felt fear. She reacted because of a look, the woman got many looks but none having bothered her as such. For her to do that made his own instincts rise.

He glanced upwards towards the rooftops, the massive machine outline visible fractionally as light bent all around his frame. His head nodded just slightly, a red light flared from where the Phoenix was before it turned blue.

"We will find something to eat then," he told her. "Veneta, find a suitable eating establishment." He quickly barked to her and she nodded.

"No problem!" She said quickly bounding around.

Soon enough, Veneta had located a small restaurant, the smell of foods quickly distracting her from her previous worries as Trunks stomach grumbled inside of his mothers. But as they moved inside a higher-class restaurant Bulma felt the hairs on the back of her neck rising up.

She glanced around once more as Vegeta had them situated in a booth away from prying eyes as their rooftop protector quickly began scanning all around.

Vegeta had expected something to happen, while he couldn't say for certain that there was a real threat. He knew that those who he had killed were not the ones in charge of this pathetic plot. No, he wasn't that foolish.

Bulma got to spend nearly ten minutes eating, though her mouth was either occupied with eating or conversations with Veneta who pointed at all sorts of things on the menu and wondered what they were.

Though as she took another bite, she felt a wave of nausea flood up to her. Her hand quickly covering her mouth.

"I need to use the bathroom." She said, standing up.

The prince nodded. "Veneta escort her there," Letting her get up and out for the bathroom, setting her purse down on the table. Using Veneta's small hand as a support she made her way towards the table. Vegeta watches as she made her way back.

He got up from his seat for a moment to check and see if Phoenix was giving him any signals. He wasn't feeling calm as he normally was, his fingers tapped alongside his biceps as he looked upwards.

Coming downwards Phoenix's huge body crashed into the ground, the impact exploding debris upwards in the middle of the street as cars swerved and braked to avoid the crater created in the matter of seconds.

Vegeta roared jumping outside and into the air as he caught sight of two beings trying to escape from where they had obviously attacked Phoenix. His hair flashed gold as he in seconds caught up to one, his arm catching him by the back of the neck and slammed him into the roof of a building.

He didn't even feel the blow come as he crushed his skull with his other fist before jumping back after the other fool. His fingers curled around his throat, as he held him up a disapproving sneer on his face. "You are a fool if you thought you could attack the prince of all saiyans."

The orange skinned alien pulled at Vegeta's fingers as he struggled to breathe. The prince could feel his pulse as he struggled. "It.." he managed to speak out as Vegeta's brows furrowed. "Wasn't you… he wanted."

Exploding in a glow of yellow ki Vegeta returned to the restaurant that had smoke billowing out of it.

His mind snapped looking for Bulma's energy or Trunks but there was nothing!

"Ve…Vege…tah." A small voice cried out as the prince dropped down to the ground as Veneta reached up for him, her body half buried in rubble in the side alley of the restaurant.

"Where is Bulma? Did someone take her?" He asked, his teal eyes watching her as he could see someone had hit Veneta with tremendous force to knock her around like that.

She nodded her head slowly. "C-Couldn't… Stop them." She said pointing down the alley.

He glanced down where she pointed but he couldn't even smell her, or sense her. If she was close he could find her, but she wasn't close at all. There was nothing that could be there. He looked back towards the wall where the woman's bathroom once was, they had come from inside, and surprised him with that distraction.

Phoenix made his way into the alley, his large body dented and slightly sparking but he was still walking albeit not the straightest. "Am-Am-Am-Bu-Bush." His voice repeated before his one hand punched his face. "Cloaking, even my sensors couldn't detect them. I felt Lady Bulma for a moment before she disappeared, they have cloaked her as well."

Vegeta didn't feel it coming, but it surged from within.

He dropped to his knees as a familiar feeling took over. Perhaps it was his own shock, and rage which allowed him to be distracted, but his eyes flashed red as the anger now pumped through his veins. His voice released a deep growl as he handed Veneta to Phoenix without a word.

"VEGETA-!"

His head snapped around as if he had heard her, but she wasn't nearby. She had reached out to him, mentally perhaps through their only link.

Their bond, she could never leave him truly. His mate had called out for him, he was shaking as he couldn't believe anyone would dare lay a finger on her. As if to attack her while he was nearby for an open fight.

He was going to kill them, he was going to impale their pathetic heads on spikes and paint the world with their blood.

His heart was pounding, his ki crackling all around him.

Her voice still echoed in his mind as he focused on the only thing that rang. Frustration still built, but he had the small glow of a link between the two of them.

Though it was far, very far away. They had taken her quickly and at such a speed. No-! They wouldn't harm her.

His mate was going to live, his son was going to live.

This he swore.

R&R

MB