Desperation

A/N: Another update, answer questions and bringing out the drama :)

He hit a nearby wall with his fist, his anger boiling over. How could she just disappear like that? Someone… No some dead fool had taken his mate and knew that he would attempt to find her. They clearly understood even the prince's saiyan limits, and had used precautions. If that was the case, he had to find a quick solution to find her. His fury though was still boiling, and it wouldn't be solved by destroying this city, causing destruction wouldn't reveal them to him.

He ground his teeth together as he remained calm. Time was slipping from him and he didn't know how long she might have, if that had been the case.

Vegeta gripped the side of his head and closed his eyes. Apparently, they believed that they were either stronger or cleverer than him to even attempt to capture her. They must be old enemies or some fools who believed that Vegeta deserved some revenge despite his disappearance from the universe for some time. The possibility for revenge against him was the most present. Once they had her secure they would make his mate pay for his crimes then kill her.

He refused to let any harm come to her.

There was their bond though. Unfortunately, it was a link for her, not for him and they had never strengthened it. In this case, he could perhaps follow it to her, they still had a link. He slowly tried to reach out to her, feeling her energy. A response came moments later and he felt pain, his body flinched.

It was an old feeling. He had experienced it when they were separated, those months alone, and how in the beginning he had marked her. But the biggest feeling to be able to draw himself closer was that he would need her to want him close. To have him come and save her.

His heart began to twist and turn inside. It was almost nauseous. But then as he felt himself being guided. His body was trying to end the separation and the feeling of loss by instinct. No matter his reasons, his own instincts had drawn him to her in the first place. Why could it not draw him to her again?

He let his body take off, he did not look, his mind focusing on the pain in his chest as he let his body guide him. The only thing focused on his mind, both of their minds as that they would find her, they wouldn't allow anyone to harm her or his son. If her life was forfeit, then so was his.

She would not die.

Vegeta ignored all the screeches and cries, he did not care about this world. His anger and rage was burning brightly like a star. He had been locked away and now that he was back, he wanted to have her back in his arms, safe, protected. He would kill everything and anyone who got in his way. The fear of his cruelty and sadism wasn't enough to deter someone with basic common sense not to take his mate from him.

He ignored the pain in his chest, as he felt his heart grip him with a heavy feeling of loss. However, he felt closer to her every growing second. Suddenly, his body broke up and left as he kept going. Seconds were precious, he wasn't going to waste time. They hadn't traveled here by foot, and they hadn't left the planet. Which kept their options limited but to say that they could not leave soon would be a possibility.

He couldn't imagine losing her again. He was going to bring her back. Once every bastard was bloody and mangled on a spike.

The speed did not increase, following his instincts. He kept wanting to locate her, and his mind echoed with her voice, she was screaming for him, and it only made his ki spark around him. She was calling for him and still he couldn't find her! She never called out for him before.

That had never happened before, he had been able to watch as she slowly changed. She was different every single day. The other part of him never wanted anything to do with her, he was the one who loved her, and tried to show her that they were supposed to be together. Had he not of done what he had they never would've come together, so why did she readily accept his company? Why was he okay with being her? She still didn't want to be with him.

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Bulma was panicked, her breath was extremely fast and erratic. There was something covering her eyes, she had something covering her mouth, preventing her from screaming any further. She couldn't even remember what had happened since it had occurred so fast.

The last thing that she could recall was being in the bathroom, washing her hands, when the door opened. Of course, Bulma hadn't paid any attention since it was a restroom, people came and went all the time. She had felt a pair of hands grabbing around her mouth and trapping her arms, she couldn't scream or move.

She felt two simultaneously explosions, one came from outside and the other as the wall was knocked out, Veneta's cries as she was sent into a wall was all she needed to know that this wasn't a human. She recalled several others as they quickly dragged her away. Mumblings of making sure the field was secure for the moment was also discussed.

They had taken off nearly making her blackout from the vertigo, her voice freed she had managed to scream for Vegeta, but doubted he'd had been able to hear her. Obviously, she had quickly realized, that he hadn't. She was hopeless in this situation.

Her life was more than likely in danger but that of Trunks as well.

She didn't know who it was, but clearly Vegeta was their target. This wasn't a human action. But they hadn't just killed her outright so what were they going to do with her? Could Vegeta come and find her? Or any of her friends? But it would have to be Vegeta no one else knew what was happening and she solely had to rely on him in all of this panic, though that thought didn't feel that strange.

Tossed into the back of a chair, she winced as her back connected. Her hands wrapping around her stomach, the feeling of her heart hammering within her chest. She still couldn't see, and trying pull away her bindings was pointless, because they might just hit her or her child. Suddenly a hand touched her shoulder, it slid along her back as if feeling her skin.

Her instincts were telling her this was already a bad situation and to do something, but she didn't move. She couldn't move, as the grip locked down around the back of her neck.

"So you're the whore, I'm surprised Vegeta took someone this weak."

His words made her whole body freeze and she felt her breath also stop.

She felt hands slip back towards her neck and undo the bindings around her head. The cloth was pulled away. Her eyes were a bit blinded as she opened them, there were several people standing in front of her.

Bulma didn't address them, she could already tell alien. That wasn't hard as two had orange skin and a third had a light pale blue. He resembled a human except for his much shaggier hair that covered his ears. Her fingers held her stomach, her first thought wasn't to protect herself but her son.

"Do you know what situation you are in?" The light skinned man asked, his voice smooth and collected.

She nodded her head slightly. "I'm your prisoner."

He chuckled a bit, "no but you are in fact a very big piece of a puzzle, both you and that little shit you're carrying." His voice shifted as he cruelly mocked the baby she was carrying.

She was stuck in a position where there was little she could do. But her mind was quickly processing that something needed to be done, or they might both die.

"You are the mate of one of the worst monsters in the universe, and while normally death would be acceptable. I think bigger than just petty vengeance."

"I haven't done anything to you." She responded quickly and boldly.

"No, you have not, but I can guess what kind of woman would ever want to be with Vegeta. You probably just wanted the thrill of having some murderer in your sheets. Then bear him a kid? You are a special type of whore."

She spat in his direction. "I didn't get any choice in this situation bastard, the only thing I didn't do was kill my child."

He looked over the woman and just snorted in disgust. It had been a long time coming, but finally he had something. Some payback for his people, the Tuffles, they had been nearly slaughtered to extinction, but the few survivors that remained now could finally have their revenge.

When he had learned that the prince had survived and worked for Frieza he had spent years trying to find the proper means of killing him off. Considering his kind died all the time nowadays, it wouldn't be that hard. For years, almost a decade, he had tried every possible mean, and not once had it worked.

Then a day had come, a spark was revealed.

Vegeta had sent out looking for doctors, that rumor had come quickly which he found strange, but he didn't need to ask.

Subtly, he had discovered through finding these doctors. Through them he had discovered a critical weakness, the prince had a mate? The biggest opening, he could've imagined was being offered up to him on a platter.

So many ideas bounced around his head, this would be it, his final and perfect vengeance against the saiyans.

Those filthy monkeys had taken everything from his people. They had killed them, and forced the few survivors into small gatherings out in the wastes of the universe. How they had to scrap and fight just to live in the edges of space where the prince now tried to live with a woman on some derelict space station.

He had waited, his eyes and ears all over the universe informing him of the prince's departure to a backwater planet called Earth. He hadn't imagined this is where, of all places the prince would be hiding.

Though it did explain how the prince had remained so inconspicuous.

He knew that speed would be on his side, that he doubted the prince would be expecting his arrival so soon.

Then finally one day, he had located the object that would bring the prince low. He had seen her, a weak frail woman. While attractive, she possessed nothing else, he wondered perhaps if this was some type of ruse. A smoke screen that the prince was laying a clever trap for anyone with a woman as bait.

He had to be certain, and when the men who were observing her he used them in his best chance to confirm the truth. He had attacked, getting just a small cut on the woman in order to get a small sample of her blood and poison her with a tracking serum at the same time.

His results were as the rumors had shown, she had half-saiyan blood in her. Meaning the baby, she was carrying was half-saiyan, she was the true mate of Vegeta. This had sparked his idea to be more than just some simple revenge.

In that moment, he had decided to use her. Obviously though he wouldn't be able to pull this off on his own. His hired hands were growing restless but more pay always kept them in line. Some refused and left, saying the prince was never worth this much coin. Those that remained were promised spoils in the future to be paved and made in the glorious new world.

He should've taken her back then, but he had only wasted one opportunity.

He had followed them, tailed them, and with their new ki dampening fields there would be no chance at the prince being able to detect them. If it hadn't shown when they had captured her. The fact the prince had not arrived yet now either proved their worth.

She had seen him, earlier, his surveillance was working but the prince had not noticed yet she had. He had originally feared discovery but Vegeta had tried to locate him instead of going after him. The first move was on him, and he made it.

For his work, he had succeeded, Vegeta's mate was his.

Now with her right in his hands he would soon have the ultimate trump card over the prince. His mate was his life, so long as he had her he would have the prince. He would turn the greatest enemy of his people into a vessel for its rebirth.

Revenge by killing her would be sweet, but enslaving the prince, turning the monkey into a dog with his mate hostage would be a better payback than he could've ever imagined.

Soon the Tuffles would return, and Vegeta would be the key.

Also, once he got the prince's son he'd had another form of leverage. He could use both to secure his compliance if not, then he could exterminate them.

Slowly he brought his nails along the back of her neck, he felt her stiffen slightly but she did not show fear. She was a strong little thing he'd give her that, but she was no threat to anyone.

"You're very important, and if you behave you'll remain unhurt. Along with that little spunk inside of you."
Bulma kept herself back from growling, the sight of him and the way he talked to her made her sick. She was just a pregnant woman, and was clearly going to be used in some type of game against Vegeta.

It was already stressful enough, as she was right now depending on Vegeta to save her but there was nothing she could do. Her only chance at freedom would be her running for it, but right now that was impossible.

She swallowed, "What do you want?"

He snorted. "You, that's all. You are the link to the mighty prince of all monkeys."

"Do you have any idea what he'll do when he finds you? You are going to piss him off something fierce and you'll regret laying a finger on me." she shouted back at him.

It didn't matter who the hell was talking to her, no one kidnapped her. Even if she couldn't fight back she knew a lot of people who would give someone hell for hurting her. She wasn't going to cower and beg, she was Bulma Briefs.

Although, he did not seem to care for her tone. Her face jerked to the side as he slapped her. His strength causing a burning along her skin and red lines to appear. She didn't cry, or show that much distress but she only held her stomach tighter. She'd offer up her face so long as they didn't hurt her baby.

He slipped up a bit. He did not intend to hit her, but she was in no position to be talking down to him.

It was making sense why this little one was Vegeta's.

But still, she was nothing but his whore and that made her on the same level of garbage as the prince.

He hit her again. Except he didn't slap her, no her punched her. This vile bitch dared to lay with a monster and have his children, be his mate? She truly had to be just as sick as him, as all of those monkeys before.

He grabbed her jaw and cheeks with his fingers.

"Now listen carefully bitch," He spat in her face.

"You will behave, you will speak only when spoken too and you will do exactly as I say." He moved his other free hand and touched her stomach. "Or maybe I'll take it out on this vile abomination."

Before Bulma had blinked, the man was rocked backwards, clutching his hand. He snarled at her, but looking towards her stomach. Her eyes looked down as well and she saw it glowing with an aura that soon covered her. Trunks. Her baby didn't like being threatened and showed him what happened when he crossed a Brief. She smirked as she looked up to stare into the face of the man.

"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but if you leave now this didn't happen and I won't try and I'll try and convince Vegeta not to kill you."

Her heart was still pounding, as she had to be careful but she also had to give them a way out. She was praying that Vegeta would show up at any moment. It was a strange feeling, that the man who once took so much from her was probably the best savior right now.

As she remained there in the growing silence she wondered exactly what Trunks could do within her womb? She couldn't have the strength to shove someone back like that. Yet her own son had done it and he wasn't even born.

The man's eyes looked disgusted at her stomach. That disgusting creature shouldn't have been able to hurt him. But it was a monkey's blood. They didn't know their place.

He wanted to watch her die, but her life was important for now, but that did not mean her world would be without pain. He jumped at her, his fingers squeezing down on her shoulder, feeling his own ki glow out and begin to burn her skin.

Bulma screamed as she felt her skin on fire, she closed her eyes as she tried to do something, the burning sensation going through her flesh was incredibly painful. She begged for some help.

Someone listened.

The Tuffle was rebuked once again, as an aura flared around Bulma's body pushing him away. But he didn't care, he saw the blood drip down her shoulder. It looked a little rough but the pain was worse than what had done physically.

Today was the beginning and he would need to start breaking this damn woman's spirits.

"You better behave or I'll give you more." He said tersely.

She fought back the tears and glared at him.

"I won't tell you again, leave."

His eyes narrowed, the nerve of this bitch!

"You don't make demands here whore."

She bit into her bottom lip, she wanted to spit more back at him. But she also needed to keep a level head. She was buying time, she believed that Vegeta was looking for her.

Bulma opened her mouth to speak, but a massive crash shook the entire room. Every head and Bulma turned in the direction of the impact.

"Get ready to move, he won't do anything stupid. He knows we have her."

The man nodded. Bulma couldn't help but feel her own spirits lifting. It had to be Vegeta, only he could've come so fast and in such a way.

"What about her?" Another voice asked behind the Tuffle.

He cast a glare towards the whore and then gestured towards her.

"Get her out of her and secure," he said as another pair of hands grabbed her and pulled her up to her feet.

Bulma was dragged around, keeping her footing barely as she heard the barking Tuffle behind her. The only thing though that made her focus completely was on escaping. She just prayed Trunks was following what her mom's thoughts were.

Her hands were on his back as he pulled her along by her wrists. As they entered an empty room. She begged Trunks to do this for her, and she felt something gathering just in the base of her palms.

In a shocking turn the man yelped, as a blast of ki fired into his back, he hit the wall with some force but not dead as he clutched at the wound before pulling back towards the damn woman.

Bulma did her best to run away, though with her huge belly she found it difficult, but did not give up. She ran through a hallway. She heard voices shouting, but Bulma didn't stop. The place was rocked again by another explosion, her pace and balance rattled.

She slipped and crashed down upon the floor. Her head was spinning and pounding, as she pushed herself to get up, she managed to get on her knees and claw her ways forwards. Her heart was hammering in her chest, she could feel the pain building.

She could do this, she had to find Vegeta.

A hand grabbed her by the back of her shirt and she was thrown into the side of the wall. She tried to throw her legs and hands up to protect her stomach. Bouncing off the wall to the floor a sting of sharp pain shot through her body. She waited for another blow to come, as the room was rocked by another explosion. Her hair was sprayed with dirt and debris as she clutched her stomach.

She whimpered and gasped as pain filled her thoughts. Her fingers rolled down and she felt something jabbing hard into her belly. Her eyes looked down and she felt her mind stop, her heart freeze. A metal piece of rebar was jutting into her stomach, and a thick substance dripped out from down her wound.

"Mama No-!" A voice shrieked as another crash as spikes impaled a being into a wall.

Her teary blue eyes met onyx black as the glow of orange stood behind her. Her rescue… had come a second too late.

A/N: I said drama ;)

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