I do not own anything belonging to the Dragon Ball universes that privilege rests with Akira Toriyama.


AN: Here is chapter two of my double post tonight. Stay Healthy my friends.


"AAAAAAHHAAAAAAAH!" Vegeta screamed in frustration.

He was laying on the floor in the ship, gravity still at five hundred Gs. Flat on his stomach he roared again into the floor between his arms. He had just finished a rep of ten thousand pushups. This was the third time he had run through his warm-ups, with two full training sessions in between, and he couldn't remove the blue-eyed vixen from his mind.

Bulma consumed his every thought, his every breath, move and action. She was the only thing in this entire fucked up universe that he cared about. Not even becoming a Super Saiyan was as appealing as returning to her and telling her everything he was feeling, burying himself in her depths and marking her as his queen, his everything. Then the reminder if her rejection would surface and his every cell felt like it was being ripped apart, the agony was unbearable. All he wanted was her acceptance. Didn't she know what she meant? Hadn't he shown her, made it obvious? Did the last week mean nothing to her? He squeezed his eyes shut as tears were forced out by the pressure, they dropped into the floor with the force of the high gravity.

Did earthlings understand mating rituals? Did he, did Vegeta even understand the things that the great beast within was telling him. Both wanted her, more than anything, and it drove them. However, Bulma had flat-out rejected his claim - he hadn't told her of its importance but didn't she know, couldn't she feel it? It was embarrassing having to explain. Then she had held him off and used his body for her pleasure while he poured his heart out and then his seed. It made him sick, he felt like a used lump of flesh. Even though he knew she hadn't understood a word of what he'd said he wouldn't let himself be lowered to explain. That was the point of speaking in Saiyan, to hide his feelings and protect himself from the pain of rejection… Hell lot of good that had done, he felt like his heart was being dragged around behind her while she moved about the house.

The prince stayed within the confines of the ship until the elder Briefs returned. Waiting until the women split from the man inside Vegeta would make his move. He needed to leave. The sooner the better. Being near the woman made him crazy, he couldn't, he just couldn't lower himself to tell her everything that had been misunderstood. He knew it was a misunderstanding but his Ego had been kicked into overdrive and he needed to protect himself from further pain. That part of him, the familiar cold empty existence was comforting to him even though his rational mind cried out that he was making a mistake. It was all too late the prince had made up his mind, leaving this rock was the only option. Everything he wanted was moot if he couldn't achieve his goals anyway. This planet, that woman, whatever life he hoped for would all be destroyed in little more than a year if he didn't stop the androids.

Beating his fist into the floor once more Vegeta roared again and tried to put all these hopes aside. They had no place in his life, he didn't deserve them. All he could do was become the strongest and conquer the known universe, maybe then she would see his worth.

What!? No! She rejected him, she needed to come crawling back to him. Beg for his forgiveness. He owed her nothing, he'd already given her everything and she discarded his affection like a used rag. He would do this for himself, no one else.

Lifting himself up from the floor Vegeta made his way to the controls and deactivated the gravity. As the weight lifted from his every fiber he felt like a god, invincible in every way.

Inside Vegeta found the old man in his study. Asleep with a book laid across his chest. Sitting in the seat opposite the professor the prince cleared his throat in an attempt to wake the elderly human.

"Ugh, huh? What?" The doctor mumbled as he stirred awake.

Vegeta waited until the other man opened his eyes and reacquainted himself with his surroundings.

"Oh, Vegeta. Did you need something? More bots I assume?" Dr. Briefs assumed

"No."

"No?" Dr. Briefs was a little surprised, what else could the single-minded Saiyan want? "Well okay, then what is it that I can do for you?"

"I need to get off this rock," the prince said with firm determination. "How long before the ship is ready for take-off?"

"Dear me, I don't rightly know." The growl that came from Vegeta soured the older man to elaborate upon his answer, "What I mean to say is, that after the recent updates it could take at least three days to have the ship ready."

"But?" Vegeta growled knowing that wasn't everything.

"But… if there are any issues the ship might not be ready for launch for the next two weeks." The doctor scratched at the back of his head, "I won't know for sure until I get into all the systems, it will be faster with Bulma's help. I-"

"The woman cannot know about this!" Vegeta hollered.

"Oh dear, well then it could take another week then-"

"I do not care about the time frame, just get it done, without her knowledge. I need to be off this infernal planet as soon as possible."

"Alright Vegeta, I'll take a look in the morning," Dr. Briefs tried to dismiss the irritable prince.

"Now!" Vegeta demanded.

"Yes, yes," the professor sighed, "just let me gather the tools I'll need from the lab." Why he thought he could delay this and enjoy the rest of his day escaped him.

"I will be in the ship to assist how I can," Vegeta said over his shoulder as he exited the room.

Blinking in surprise the doctor looked at Kitty where she rested on his shoulder. Her shared look of surprise confirmed that he had heard the icy prince had offered his assistance. The idea of working with Vegeta, while utterly terrifying, sparked the old professor's curiosity. He had constructed the ship based on Saiyan technology but he hadn't gotten to converse with one about their advanced engineering. The prospect of such a thing put a little prep in the man's step as he gathered his tools and made his way to the shop in the backyard.


Over the next eight days, Vegeta proved to have an aptitude for more than simply fighting. The prince insisted on being instructed on how to perform the systems checks, and minor repairs to the circuitry. He usually only made one or two mistakes before correcting his errors and steam ahead with all his usual determination. The professor began to admire the younger man for his fast learning and surprising ability to handle delicate circuitry. Dr. Briefs now understood what his wife had been talking about everyone every time she had sung the alien's praises, there were many admirable qualities to the warrior.

Vegeta had to admit the old man was indeed a genius, even though he would never say it aloud Vegeta did admire the man's resourcefulness. He had taken damaged and outdated Saiyan technology and applied it to Earth's most advanced engineering and developed a craft of fairly standard capabilities. Not to mention the genius that was the gravity simulator. This old earthling with a nearly non-existent power level was by and far the most brilliant mind Vegeta had ever had the opportunity to interact with.

Was it any wonder, Bulma was such a brilliant engineer in her own right. The woman had grown up with this man as her sire, and her being the only heir she had carried on that mantle. It was honorable, in this strange Earth way of doing things. Vegeta could only hope that he would survive this next fight and be able to leave a legacy. Sharing in this family's legacy and adding the strength of his bloodline to it wouldn't be so bad.

No. There was nothing here for him why remain? Sparkling cerulean eyes burned in his mind and he groaned in annoyance. The woman would not leave his thoughts.

Maybe he should go to her, one last time? Feel her, breathe her in, spend one last blissful night in her bed wrapped in the warmth of her depths. No, she had rejected him. His drive to claim her, to try again was strong but the prince would not suffer that humiliation again. This had been a constant argument he'd had with himself as the time of his departure grew nearer.

Shaking himself from his thoughts Vegeta ran through the final systems check. If all went smoothly he would be launching at dawn. The woman had made her choice and he would leave, return to destroy the androids and return to space after that. Nothing kept him here, he was free.

"Oh, Vegeta!?" Called Panchy's voice from the hatch doorway.

Not wanting to answer but knowing she would just keep at her annoying song-sing-tone, escalating it until his ears threatened to bleed Vegeta called back.

"What is it now!?" He had been living on the ship to avoid interacting with Bulma. With his absence at all the meals since the senior couple had returned Panchy had begun to come looking for him in the past several days. Pestering him while he'd be busy working, delaying his results and irritating him so he would have to walk away from the delicate work so he didn't fry himself or ruin the ship.

"I know you and Bulma aren't getting along right now but I would like you to attend one last meal with us before you take off, and I won't take no for an answer mister." Panchy placed a hand on her hip and threw it to the side in a manner very similar to her daughter.

"I do not care what you want you blasted woman! Now get out and leave me alone!" Vegeta yelled not even looking at the woman that had invaded his space.

"You will not be a rude guest, I require your presence at dinner," the blonde didn't give Vegeta time to retort before she spun around and exited the spacecraft.

Vegeta threw his head back and slapped his hands to his face while he groaned again. Why couldn't he be allowed to end his time here the way he wished? Why were these women so demanding in a way he found it difficult to refuse? How had the woman known he was leaving? would the doctor have told her or had she been guessing and now that he hadn't denied it her suspicions were confirmed? Shit, now the bluenette would know and make dinner even more uncomfortable. He would go to this stupid dinner and eat his fill and return to bed, he didn't have to interact with Bulma or anyone else for that matter.


Dinner was being served on the balcony, something Vegeta was thankful for when he realized he would be seated next to Bulma. The fresh air would help to dilute her scent when it threatened to tickle his mind and take him back through the intense week they'd had exploring the other's body. that didn't stop him from leaning closer to her and breathing deeply as he took his seat, there was something different about it. The jasmine and lemon of her were still there, the lavender soap she used was a dull note leftover from her morning shower but there was something more, a spicy note tied in with her natural one. the scent reminded him of her smell after they would mate but that didn't make any sense.

How could his smell mix into her's a week after they'd last coupled?

This question plagued him throughout dinner. A few times he felt Bulma's eyes on him but he never looked at her, being this near to her was more painful than he had thought it would be. He wanted to take her in his arms and tell her how much he wanted her, how much he wanted her to accept him as her mate. but he refused to beg or offer himself to her again, if she wanted to fix this she would have to come to him. even if she didn't understand his words and offer she could at least ask, he wouldn't explain without being prompted.

The family remained at the table all sharing in a glass of wine as Vegeta finished his meal, all except Bulma. Panchy got up to clear a few empty dishes and when she returned she draped her arms both Bulma and Vegeta's shoulders and pulled them closer together as she leaned over. Catching both by surprise as Dr. Breifs pulled out a camera Panchy's words stunned Vegeta and made Bulma blush profusely.

"Smile V, you're going to be a daddy!" Panchy sang as Dr. Briefs blinded the three with flashes.

"Mom!"

"What?"

Bulma and Vegeta said at the same time.

That was it! That was why his scent seemed to be mixed into hers, she was carrying...carrying his heir.

Looking over at the woman that consumed his thoughts Vegeta noted her face was the color of the sky on his home planet. It softened his gaze and for a brief moment when their eyes met Vegeta allowed the wonder he felt at the miracle she was giving him show in his eyes. Then the camera flash brought him back to reality, there were others around and she had refused him as a mate. Even if that child she carried shared his DNA it wasn't really his, he would have no claim. A second later Vegeta was gone and Panchy fell forward into his seat.


Notes: Well this was the final chapter loves. Only the epilogue is left.