Rescue

A/N: Another update, another chapter of bringing them closer together :)

Every moment that passed, he had felt himself getting closer to her. And as he got closer, the more his rage increased. Once he had her back in his grasp again, he would kill the idiots that stole her away. His eyes were strained from a fury that only existed at one time for Frieza.

As he descended, he caught a faint tint of her scent. His mind quickly flared as he realized it was hers, he banked in his direction to follow it. While they were never fully bonded, he didn't realize that it would always keep them linked, because of everything their bond had brought him to her. He would not waste this opportunity.

She could also be calling out to him, looking for him to save her. She did not fear his other half as much as she had in the past. That part frustrated him, she was with him, but she could not stand the half that loved her. He was happy to know that she was his, and eventually she would finally come to love him.

She remained by Vegeta's side of her own accord, though the danger might pressure her she still made the choice. She needed him, both of them, at all times of the day, because he could feel what her soul craved. She needed someone to help her, so why not him?

When she had escaped from him, he felt as if his whole heart had been ripped out. He had felt nothing but rage, but with her so close he no longer cared. Her touch, smell, and voice were his heaven. She was the only woman for him, and he would not let her forget that fact.

He loved her, and she needed to know it.

Right now, he focused on saving her. She could see that he was perfect for her that she would come to him willingly. She tolerated the Vegeta who barely considered her dirt for almost a year.

He saw a small nestling of old warehouses, how juvenile and predictable, he looked backwards as he caught sight of Phoenix catching up with him as he had slowed down. He would be the distraction, Phoenix would collect his mate, they would more than likely expect him to go straight for her, but if he did not they would assume he couldn't find her and leaving her exposed.

Phoenix's massive body was sustained by eight thrusters underneath his body, the large machine looked at Veneta who was restored, her memory uplink had been damaged in the fight had forced him to place back her old memory device. He had been concerned that she would be traumatized but she had not been, her mind was focused solely on her Mother, she was in danger, Trunks was in danger. She didn't care about the past, she just wanted her mama back.

"Get her, I will break through the opposite side, give me a moment to get their attention then go get her!" Vegeta ordered before sparking his aura as he flew downwards. He could not sense any powers inside, but that was probably a fact they had an ability to cloak their ki. But that did not mean he couldn't smell them.

With his arm thrown forwards, a section of the building imploded. He was here to get their attention, and he had. Several men jumped from over the debris to challenge him.

He clenched his hand into a fist, his golden ki sparking around it. It took everything he had not to just kill them all as they came closer. He watched as they seemed so certain of themselves. Apparently, they did not know with whom they were fucking with!

"Give her back to me, or else your heads will be locked in a picture of agony that even in death you won't lose!" His voice screamed of vengeance and a suffering that only the monster inside of him revealed in.

They scowled slightly in response, clearly, they were not expecting this reaction. "You'll behave unless you want that bitch-"

Vegeta's ki exploded from his hand, it ripped into one of the fool's bodies without a second's hesitation before it splattered him all across the walls.

"Where is she?" He demanded again.

Another looked to retreat but that was already a mistake, Vegeta's hand caught him around the throat and squeezed tightly. There was no escaping him, or his wrath. He broke his neck so easily.

The husk collapsed down on the ground as Vegeta stood over him a deepening rage building within him.

The third tried to escape as well until he was slammed into a wall, Vegeta's other fist was slammed into his stomach, digging into his skin painfully but not enough to kill him... yet.

He would allow this one a chance to talk. "Where is my mate?"

The answer he got was less than expected, he had this pathetic weakling spit in his mouth which sent the Oozaru over the edge with rage. These insults were never going to be taken lightly. The blatant disrespect would only increase the amount he was going to suffer.

His fingers dug into his stomach punching through his flesh allowing them to dig into his organs making him release an agonizing scream as he dug them in further and slower.

"You fucking bastard," He screamed and trashed. "We'll kill that slut of yours if you don't stop!"

Vegeta's hand ripped outwards along with most of his insides as he was tossed along the floor, his painful sputtering last moments were in agony as he saw his insides strewn about the room.

The prince's head turned as he heard laughter. Obviously, more fools needed to be taught a damn lesson, though Vegeta paused as he saw his face appear. "Your kind, I suppose I'll have to find the rest of your nest and burn your fucking race from the ashes of history." Vegeta seethed as he saw the face of the Tuffle. "However, before I do that tell me where my mate is, and I promise you will have mercy before death."

The Tuffle chuckled. The prince was a fool, so blinded by rage for a weak woman did he not know what situation he was in?

"That whore? She's quite the little spitfire, too bad she breaks easily."

Vegeta's teal eyes burned red as his desire for blood burned stronger. Who dared attack his mate, did they not know who in the hell he was! He began to charge a blast until a second explosion ripped out from behind them.

"MAMA NO-!"

Vegeta's attention shifted as Phoenix's massive spikes impaled another alien into a wall far down a hallway that had debris in it.

Veneta's shriek stunned the prince for a moment as the Tuffle saw the large machine behind him. The man in charge of Bulma skewered to a wall, he had to make a chance to escape now.

The next explosion blinded Vegeta as he snarled but as he looked back to where the Tuffle was, there was nothing left, but no blood or remains.

The smell of blood quickly reached his nose, his eyes widened a bit, Bulma's blood. She was hurt.

He shot forwards unable to move fast enough as he rounded the corner. Huddled on the ground, against the wall, her back was facing him. Ventea's small frame panicked as she looked at her injuries. Hearing her rapid heartbeat, he moved beside her and brought his hand to her head.

He observed as her eyes opened a little, she stiffened slightly but she groaned and Vegeta soon saw why. The small quarter inch piece thick metal was jutting out from her stomach where a blood quickly flowed. He found himself unable to even breathe.

"V-Ve-Vegeta," She softly cried her voice barely audible.

He brought his head towards hers.

She panted, her lips parted. Bulma couldn't see very well, but she knew which Vegeta was in front of her. She could feel his presence and how different it was. Even still, he had found her, he had come for her. He wasn't going to harm her.

She wanted to cry, that she had been hurt and foolish, that she had done something reckless instead of waiting for him. But she couldn't find the strength. As more blood leaked from her stomach. Trunks… Bulma's fingers gripped the hand holding hers.

"Trunks, save Trunks." She said almost breathless.

Vegeta was pained, he understood what she meant, but to save him he would have to hurt them both. He saw all of the blood escaping from where her shirt was. He ripped it away to expose everything as he saw

Bulma winced as she felt the pain growing. Tears were burning in her eyes as she whimpered. She didn't care about herself right now, the only thing that mattered was her son. With a hand, she reached up to grab Vegeta's shirt. Clinging to it.

"Save him," She paused, "please, I can't lose him before he's born." Her tears were streaks down her cheeks and she wasn't able to stop them.

Vegeta drew one hand to cup her own against his. His other came to her face. He knew what she meant, he didn't want her to be pain as he felt the same feelings coursing through him. He brought his lips to her cheek. "I will not let it happen."

Bulma was half conscious. The pain from her injuries had weakened her. Her fall, and the energy she had taken from her son and used was forcing her into a losing battle to stay awake.

She couldn't see Vegeta anymore, but her fingers kept his shirt close.

"It will hurt," He spoke as his one hand held her face and the other slipped down to the metal, his fingers wrapped around the bloody puncture wound. He saw her whimper and he kissed her cheek again before he pulled it out. Her scream was short but she screamed with the small hole now remained.

He held her closer now that the offending piece was removed from her body. She buried her head into his neck as her hands wrapped around his neck.

Get her out.

I have to kill the rest.

They will both die if you do not get them out of here.

The two Vegeta's argued with one another. He was not going to let bloodlust dominate him.

They will come for her again, one has escaped

Do you want her to die?

… I will take care of mate.

The Oozaru did not completely trust his other half but he would also not deny that Bulma's situation was more critical.

He breathed in her sweet scent, her hair was so divine and he wanted to do nothing but destroy more. The blood made him settle his dispute.

She was secure against him, as he flared his ki brightly, Veneta hoped into Phoenix's arms as he took off behind them. The warehouse collapsing shortly after their departure.

[***]

Vegeta was shaking, but Bulma wasn't stirring as he had fully encased himself in a ki barrier to prevent any debris or wind to affect her as he rocketed over the space towards their hotel.

His grip on Bulma only tightened as she was yet to respond to him, though she was not dead but extremely weak. Her heartbeat was still there, weak but there. The Oozaru didn't want to put anything in hoping she would be okay.

As he stepped inside the barrier of the gravity chamber, as he did he felt something pulling at him. Though it wasn't from Bulma, it was his other half.

I am caring for her.

You do not know what you are doing.

I will save my mate.

The devices inside are sensitive, do you know exactly what you are doing?

She needs help!

Then let me, you may delay everything.

He growled, he wanted to resist. But he did not, her wellbeing was the most important thing to him, but he didn't know if he could trust his other half.

He shook his head. He had to focus and not be distracted.

If it was for her, for her sake, then he would give up everything.

His mate needed to his care, and love. All of which he gave to her, because he cherished everything about her. She made him angry at times, but no matter what, he would never wish her harm. All he wanted was her.

He longed for the day she would accept him, he kissed her again on her temple before letting go. The golden locks faded and his teal eyes returned to black, no hint of red remained.

With Bulma back in his arms, he made his way inside of the gravity chamber and straight down to his quarters. He brought her down on her bed, as he let he slip from his fingers, the effects of the day finally hit him. He had fucked up. One single mistake, and he had almost lost her life and his son.

He studied the wound on her shoulder and it made him growl. Someone had marred her flesh, but the blood had stopped leaking from her shoulder and he looked back towards her stomach. He could almost see inside the hole and it made him want to vomit. Vegeta ran his hand through his hair in agitation, he felt the bang of Phoenix touching down inside the gravity chamber before he exited the larger body and he saw the small humanoid one drop down from the ladder, Veneta shortly after him as the two of them quickly brought themselves to Bulma's side.

He watched as they immediately set about working on his son….

If she died, because of his own failure.

He would go mad.

His life was forever linked to Bulma, but her life was linked to his son.

In one fell swoop he could lose them both.

He sat down in aggravation as Veneta darted to and from, wiping down all of the blood from her body while Phoenix quickly set about cleaning the wound.

Vegeta tried to reach out from here and call to his son, but he did not get a response. He wasn't sure if the wound had killed his son, perhaps it was just bleeding. Even if he did get hurt it was his blood, his son was strong. He had developed fast, too fast to lose his life like this.

She was not going to lose Trunks.

We-We refuse to him.

He did not think about the other voice inside of his head.

"Damnit what is taking so long!"

The prince almost jumped as he felt something grasp his hand. His eyes went to Bulma, looking at her eyes that were halfway open. His fingers curled with hers as he leaned slightly closer than before.

"Vegeta?" She asked softly, her voice told him exhaustion.

She struggled to recongize where she was. She had been kidnapped? She looked back to see Vegeta's blurry figure, her eyes trying to focus on him but she couldn't. She was dizzy and tired, as her hand lifted up from his which he did not resist.

Vegeta paused, almost as if he did not wish to move. He found his breath stilling as her hand touched his face. She held his cheek and she gave him a weak smile, he could see she was still in a daze. He kept his mask in place but his hand held her soft fingers against his face.

"Trunks, he's hurt," She said her eyes filling with tears.

She tried to move her one hand but the prince grabbed it before it went to her stomach. She just stared at Vegeta's face as she began to cry. "I-I did this. I should've w-waited for you," through her tears as she feared this was it for her son.

He knew what she would say, but he did not believe it was her fault. It was his fault, she was in pain because he was blinded.

"Silence woman, your tears should not be shed. You don't look ugly when you cry like this." She found herself almost laughing, he was being a jerk but for a moment she forgot.

"You were protecting him, I know you would never put the boy in danger."

The bastard had stolen his woman, but hadn't imagined that had she remained in his hands before his arrival longer that she would've been better off.

"Trunks will survive."

Bulma's lips faltered as she nodded her head. She was feeling so guilty, and her eyes were showing it. Her baby boy was hurting because of her, she was screwing up so much and her son had not even been born yet.

She began to breathe more rapidly but stopped, as Vegeta drew his fingers to caress her head. His fingers sliding through her hair and along her face softly.

Vegeta knew she needed comfort, and she needed to be focused on him, if she worried what his two servants were doing then he would cause her body unnecessary stress. Her mind needed to be put at ease.

"The boy will be lucky to have you as his mother, no one else would be better than you woman."

Vegeta was being kind and it was making her already emotional state worse. She was crying more, and her heart was hurting, perhaps because of the pain, exhaustion, or her own fears. She swallowed as she tried to steady her breathing. As both her hands were being held by Vegeta.

"Phoenix and Veneta are caring for you now, if anything else is needed they will get further help."

Vegeta's own stress was rising as the minutes passed by, but still Phoenix said nothing, his orange eyes and metallic hands never stopping.

"D-Don't. LL-let go."

Vegeta's eyes shined with surprise but he did not refuse her request as his thumb rubbed the inside of one of her palms. While he continued to stroke the side of her face he saw that she was feeling just slightly better as her eyes closed slightly and rested down on the pillows.

Deep inside, he needed things to start calming down. He needed her to be safe and secure before going back out and hunting down every single alien on this planet. He now knew their scents and that's all he would need to find them out. Once she was safe, hell would be ready to embrace them with open arms.

He was brought back as Bulma's nails dug into his hands.

"Woman?" he asked, his eyes shifting to her face.

Her face was constricting with pain as she bit down hard on her bottom lip.

"It will pass my lord, I am closing the wound, painkillers might danger both her and child." Phoenix spoke moving quickly and efficiently as Veneta held her mother's body still while he worked.

She screamed in pain finally but Vegeta held her head tighter, coming to kneel at her side, their face just inches apart as allowing her to feel and smell him.

Bulma was on fire, the pain inside was killing her from the inside. She squeezed Vegeta's hand as hard as she could.

"Pl-Please!" her voice desperate.

He snorted, as if he would leave her like this.

"Shush woman, I am not going." He told her his voice just against the side of her cheek.

Her pain hit again, her fingers were beginning to turn white as she squeezed his hand. The pain was becoming unbearable, she tried to thrash. But Vegeta blocked her with his chest resting lightly overtop her own. The position awkward but necessary as she could only move her head and hands.

She wanted to cry and scram at him but she did not, he was preventing her spasms, his nose came to her neck and softly his face nuzzled her own. He could feel her body getting hotter, perhaps a fever?

She wanted to scream but took the offered view as her mouth bit down hard on his shoulder. The prince barely flinched, his flesh had been through thousands worse. He breathed softly and consoled her the best he could.

It was until Phoenix stopped and Bulma's body finally went limp did the teeth finally begin to relax.

"I told you, woman you have a hell of a mouth on you."

"You're… such a jerk." She almost coughed.

"I am." He smirked pulling back.

She didn't open her eyes but she smiled, "Thank you."

And he felt his heart beat differently.

R&R

MB