So, I figured I put out this chapter to give you guys something to enjoy while I figure out the remaining chapters in this arc. BundyShoes has edited up to this chapter! Yay!

I'm gonna be real with you guys, this chapter was messy to me. But you've already made it this far, right?

I hope you enjoy this update :)

While the rain continued its assault on the group, Bulma panted as she felt the pain hit her with full force.

Her back was broken, and she felt so utterly helpless as Vegeta held her close. She could tell he was talking to their friends, but it all sounded like somber murmuring.

She chose to think about her incredible amounts of misfortune instead of their conversation.

There was a very real possibility that she could die, and it would be all her fault. She accomplished nothing - she didn't help her friends or Vegeta when she decided to go with them on this endeavor.

Why…why couldn't she have just stayed behind?

She had everything to lose and, under normal circumstances, she would be losing it all. Vegeta, their rapidly growing child, her friends...she would be gone, and it would be all her fault.

Except for the power of the Dragon Balls that would heal her, and everything would go back to normal.

She would be healed, and everything would be as it was before the fight. Except for the fact that she fell in love with a Saiyan and because of that, a curse hung over her head - a constant reminder of her mortality.

Maybe...it didn't have to be this way.

This was her last chance to change the course of time.

Nothing else worked, she felt so…utterly useless. Everywhere she went with the Z-fighters, or with Vegeta, she was always a weakness.

A liability.

Bulma knew her wish couldn't be wasted. She needed to make the wisest choice the dragon was able to grant for her.

She glanced at Dende, who was standing next to Gohan, both exchanging worried glances.

"Dende, summon Shenron," she prompted.

Dende immediately stood at attention, "Yes, ma'am, Mrs. Bulma!"

Dende walked towards the dragon balls, arms stretched wide and eyes closed.

"Eternal dragon…By your name, I summon you forth, Shenron!"

The sky above them began to turn dark as the dragon materialized before the group. Lightning struck as the storm raged around them all, making the benevolent beast look frightening as his green scales reflected on the glow coming from the seven balls that sat before him.

" SPEAK YOUR WISHES TO ME AND I SHALL DETERMINE WHAT IS WITHIN MY POWER TO GRANT ."

Dende glanced over his shoulder at Bulma and waited for her response. The thundering bellow of the grand dragon had helped Bulma recover her focus as her hearing sharpened.

"I won't die if you make this wish," Bulma told him.

Vegeta took her hand in his, not wanting to cause her body anymore distress. He felt he needed to impress how important it was to them that she healed.

Bulma, you can't screw this up. I need you to come back to us…to me. You're carrying something incredibly important. I…can't lose you - I can't lose you both, he pleaded to her privately through their bond.

Bulma turned her head to look up into his face. His expression was grim - but his eyes always held his true feelings.

Vegeta's heart was breaking, and no exchange of words or touch was changing that right now. The Saiyan prince thought about the prior events in anger, mostly at himself. How could this have happened? How could he have let this happen to her?

His fingers curled into fists. This was his fault. He squeezed his eyes shut as he fought against the chaos, he was feeling at the thought of losing her.

"Hey, look at me," she told him and, after a few beats, he complied, finding her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Listen - I've made up my mind. I can be as smart as I can be, but look what it does for me at the slightest physical altercation? I'm practically useless. What happens when it comes time to deliver the baby? I might be split in half for all we know," Bulma lamented softly, barely audible, but he'd heard every word.

Vegeta's hand drifted down to her belly, sensing out his child's Ki. His eyes went wide when he sensed it…sensed him .

Momentarily distracted by this revelation, he answered, "What nonsense are you spouting, woman? You…you're not a weak - "

"In your eyes, all I can be is in the way - let's face it. But this wish can change that." She struggled to sit up, even as Vegeta tried to pull her further into his lap to keep her still.

"We will bring you back if you succumb to your injury! Just lay down and stop struggling! This is bigger than us now – this is dangerous for him , Bulma." He lost the edge in his voice as he gave her a pointed look and her eyes went wide. She placed her hand over Vegeta's and fought back her tears as she realized he knew they were going to have a son.

"No…Vegeta, it will be okay, let me make the this wish," she begged listlessly.

He was already apprehensive about her condition, but her absurdity made his frustration flare again, and this time into rage.

"YOUR BACK IS BROKEN. LET US FIX YOU. STOP MOVING!" Vegeta chastised.

His outrage emboldened her, and through her pain, she quickly relayed her wish.

"NO SH-SHENRON! Dende - tell Shenron to alter my DNA! Make me into a Saiyan! "

Vegeta was speechless, along with Goku and the rest of the Earth warriors, who had already gone quiet while witnessing the first emotional outburst Vegeta had ever had in front of them for anyone other than himself.

This had astounded them, and as they watched Vegeta cradle their friend in his arms, it had each of them enraptured in various states of shock.

Amidst the suspended disbelief, Vegeta was the first to break the silence.

"That's your wish? No, that's - that is preposterous. Absolutely ridiculous." Vegeta scoffed as he held her to his chest, thumb rubbing circles over her lower abdomen and she reached up to cup his cheek, redirecting his attention back to her. Bulma held his worried gaze for a moment before she bent for a weak cough.

She looked to Dende now for confirmation of her wish.

"Say it, Dende. Please, see what the dragon can do, "she uttered breathlessly.

Dende looked worried as Bulma fell back into Vegeta's lap, eyes fluttering closed at last.

He looked at Vegeta now, and the Saiyan glared back at him.

Vegeta was finally lost to the conflict. He should have never said those things about her being a liability. He should have anticipated she would levy it against him.

Hindsight was truly the biggest bitch.

He tore his eyes away from Dende's face, granting neither confirmation nor denial.

Dende looked back to the mighty dragon before him and uttered the wish in his native tongue.

When the dragon thundered out a response to the beings before him, they gave him their full attention as he would announce whether the wish was within his realm of power.

"IT IS DONE. YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED ."

All eyes were back on Bulma.

The anticipation was palpable as they waited for the apparent transformation to take place.

What would become of this new Bulma?

Each of the warriors took hesitant steps towards the couple as they waited for Bulma to show signs of improvement.

Vegeta grew impatient, then from sheer and utter frustration let out a loud shout to the sky, holding the body of his wife as Goku and company gathered closer to them.

Vegeta let out a warning snarl as they kneeled next to him, "If any of you makes even the slightest twitch to try and take her from me - you will pay dearly with your life."

They all heeded their friend and sat in quiet anticipation for Bulma's reawakening.

After some time, with each of the men silently reflecting on their time spent with Bulma, Gohan spoke up.

"Hey Vegeta? Um, I have something to ask you," he told the prince, stepping to his side with trepidation.

"Is that so? Spit it out then, brat," Vegeta demanded, his eyes never leaving Bulma's limp but beautiful face.

Gohan put his hand on the older Saiyan's shoulder. Vegeta flinched but didn't snap at the boy to remove it.

"C-can I give you a suggestion for the next wish?" Gohan offered, still anxious but wanting to express his idea.

Vegeta wanted to do so many things simultaneously at that moment, from wringing the boy's neck to laughing in his face. No option yielded favorable results.

He chose to grunt and answer angrily instead, "Boy, I don't know how many times I've said this - I don't care about any wishes right now, save for the one that's going to bring her back."

Gohan trembled but persisted, "W-what if we wished back…Planet Vegeta?"

Now Vegeta really wanted to laugh. But the situation at hand had him in no mood to give in and taunt the child.

"Woah, now that's a pretty interesting wish, son," Goku interjected, brow furrowing with curiosity.

"Hardly the time or the place to entertain that notion of pure ignorance, you useless morons ," Vegeta hissed, exasperation evident in his voice.

"Don't worry Vegeta, Bulma is gonna come back – if she ever even left! Hey Shenron! I have a wish!" Goku shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice.

Everyone looked up at Goku as he addressed the grand dragon.

"MY PATEINCE IS WANING - SPEAK YOUR FINAL WISH TO THE NEMEKIAN, MORTAL ," Shenron answered.

Goku gave him nervous laugh and turned to Dende.

"Hey, Dende, tell him we wanna wish the planet Vegetasei back, along with everyone that was on it before it exploded!"

The group was once again filled with surprise as Dende nodded promptly and gave the dragon the final wish in his native tongue.

Vegeta was, in a word, flabbergasted at such a reckless request.

While the prince was stunned, the dragon uttered its response.

"THAT WISH WAS VERY DIFFICULT TO GRANT. BUT NEVERTHELESS, IT HAS BEEN GRANTED. I WILL BE DEPARTING FOR NOW. FAREWELL, MORTALS. "

When Vegeta finally came around, he was livid.

"THAT'S THE WISH YOU WANTED? WHY?!" he yelled furiously from his place on the ground.

"Great, that's just what we needed, dude! More jerks like Vegeta - and this time they can all come here and toss us around," Yamcha griped bitterly.

Piccolo chimed in, "Yeah, I'm not so sure we stand to gain anything from bringing back planet Vegeta, Goku."

Goku chuckled again, and this time his face was more apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I just got this amazing idea - What if we had our race back and we could prove how strong we've gotten by fighting our strongest warriors one by one? We'd be able to best them, no sweat, and we'd have a chance to see our planet again! Awesome, right?"

Vegeta kneaded his forehead with his hand, frustrated with the younger Saiyan's lack of foresight.

"Wrong. You have no idea what you've possibly done, Kakarot, you dense bastard!"

"Oh, come on, Vegeta. I thought you would at least be somewhat glad to have your planet back," Goku suggested.

Vegeta's mind raced with the various possibilities. Yes, his home world would be back. But how would they greet him when he returned? More importantly, he already knew how they would greet Bulma. It had his blood boiling.

"What if you weren't specific enough and Frieza was still on the planet? That couldn't have possibly crossed your mind, could it?! Oh kai, how could this possibly get much worse?"

At that moment Vegeta felt something brush his thigh. He checked for his tail and found it still wrapped tightly around his waist. He looked lower and found what had touched him.

Now present on Bulma's slender lower back, grew a long blue tail. As promised, the wish had manifested itself physically.

He gently grasped the new appendage and the first emotion he felt was relief followed almost immediately by despair.

His eyes were wide as saucers.

His human woman was now one amongst his people. She changed her entire being to be with him without the curse, making a wish to rewrite her unique coding. To be more resilient.

This was her request.

To change what fundamentally made her Bulma - his woman.

Species specificity be damned, she had brought out the closest thing to adoration and love he was ever allowing himself to feel. And now she gave up everything she was - for him.

And he knew deep down fate would still be cruel despite this transformation, due to that idiotic last wish.

Goku was the first to break the silence, "So, if she's a Saiyan now, does this mean she's gonna train with us?"

Vegeta could feel his anger bubbling behind the hand now settled on his face.

"Kakarot. Are you completely dispatched mentally? Look at her! We don't even know if she'll wake. Unbelievable!"

He could feel his Ki vibrating around him just waiting for the right amount of provocation in this moment.

To burst forth and avenge her and kill the idiot Kakarot.

Vegeta was so distracted by his temper he almost missed the first hasty breath Bulma took in her new form.

The air she allowed to fill her lungs felt like fire, along with the new pain in her lower back.

She wheezed as the vices seared like brands, initiating her into her new life as a new being - as a Saiyan female.

She sat up from Vegeta's legs and almost wished she didn't as her head spun full tilt.

"Ugh, why can't I see straight - did I die?" she asked wearily.

"Wow, what a loaded question. Bulma, do you remember what you wished?" Krillin answered her with bewilderment, still reeling from her revival.

"Uhm, I…wished to become…a Saiyan."

She shook her head and looked over to Vegeta's face, but he was intently focused on something on the ground next to them.

She felt it before she saw it.

Bulma then proceeded to let out the loudest scream her diaphragm could support.

Vegeta angrily covered her mouth with his palm and in the next moment her vision went black as she once again fell unconscious.

"Three days. Three whole days to see if she will adjust to this. What she wanted."

Vegeta was pacing the floor.

He was waiting for the moment that she opened her eyes, so that he would be the first one she saw; he made it his personal mission.

Only he could stay in the room, as he didn't want anyone seeing her in a state of undress.

The others would knock and ask him through slits in the door about how she was and if she was awake yet. He would only grunt and scowl at them, before pressing the door closed again.

The regeneration tank would hiss and bubble, and he would urgently walk to the glass and peer inside, only to be greeted with the same closed eyes, teal hair loose all around her form, floating in the liquid sustaining her current condition.

How long would it take?

It was beginning to drive him crazy.

It never took this long when he was unconscious, beaten to near-death by Zarbon or Frieza.

Was their son even going to be okay after all this unnecessary turmoil?

She would need an immediate diagnostic to scan her vitals, the baby included.

She had asked for this! She didn't even know what she was getting herself into, but with all that had transpired, all that she had sacrificed, he didn't have the heart to tell her right now, awake or not.

He would eventually - he planned on it.

She needed to know what she would be up against on his planet.

On their planet…?

No. In his eyes, she would always be an Earthling - who now had the genetic makeup of a Saiyan…?

His brow furrowed at this thought. He didn't know what to make of this. It was completely out of his depth.

She was out of his depth.

He would never be able to understand how she could be so fiery and passionate in one breath, and in the next, so calculated and frigid.

It had him apprehensive to think how she would carry herself as a Saiyan.

She was going to be strong - he knew that for an absolute fact.

It was such an enlightening thought that he started to get excited for the first time since she had transitioned. He could finally physically spar with her and not worry about knocking out her teeth with a simple tap to the cheek. Or flinging her across the room with a miscalculated gesture of his arm. This could actually work out in their favor.

After she safely gave birth, of course.

She'd experience flying now - on her own, without complaining about feeling ill!

Yes, this could be what he needed - what they needed.

He couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly hopeful that this would work. She was a Saiyan! They could complete their bond...no more burning curses!

This new realization brought his eyes back to her face again.

She could be a full-blooded Saiyan mate.

Holy Kami - they could have a pure Saiyan bloodline now.

He had decided a long time ago she was the only female he would ever make his mate, the only other individual that understood him, who took the time to form what should have been an impossible relationship with him, for all the adversity he had presented for her.

That and his multitude of sins that followed him like an army of corpses, constantly keeping him awake at night, reliving the fighting and killing all over again, reliving the nightmares that were once an authentic reality in a distant past.

She faced that head on with him, never judging him for his atrocities, and that alone made her saintly, and his realizations were further solidifying his choice.

He had made peace with what had happened but could finally feel the pieces of his life coming together, tightly weaving back from when they were torn apart and scattered amongst the cosmos by Frieza and his PTO filth.

He could barely stand it now. He had worked himself into a frenzy in his mind, and it was personifying before him as she listlessly floated in the tank. He couldn't keep still in all of his unrest.

Wake up, wake up, wake up! He shouted over and over in his head.

After a couple of tries to reach out through their bond, he realized he would still have to wait. He was anticipating the moment where she would open her eyes again, finally revealing the endless oceans that were held in her irises. He was eager to see them again, but he backed away, finally deciding to plant himself and try very hard to meditate.

One long hour passed before he heard her rouse in the tank. He had become so attuned to the quiet of the room that he knew the instant a change had occurred.

He opened his eyes and was there at the glass window in an instant.

Finally.

Her long lashes fluttered open, her eyes unfocused and weary as she stirred from her long slumber.

Then her panic set in.

Bulma's head shifted as she scanned the tank, but she settled on the figure peering in at her from outside of the glass window.

Vegeta made quick work of the buttons on the control pad to release her from her confinement. She wasn't going to know her own strength, so she could break the glass on accident.

The liquid began spilling out and she pulled the mask off her face, gasping as she brought in another source of oxygen into her lungs.

Vegeta pulled her the remainder of the way out of the tank, pulling electrodes and other monitors from her as she made her way into his arms.

She was coughing and she was wet, but awake and alive, much to Vegeta's contentment.

He held her for several minutes before she finally was able to look at him, to at last register who was holding her.

Her eyes widened to saucers as she shuffled out of his arms quickly.

She looked down at herself and saw that she was almost naked, down to only plain black spandex covering her lower region, but none for her chest, which made her blush furiously.

She clapped her hands over her breasts as Vegeta took in her demeanor - and her figure for that matter - from her tail to the small bump in her lower belly, the first subtle signs of her pregnancy.

Vegeta had never seen someone more positively radiant in his entire life.

Her pregnancy had her glowing - color spanning her chest and cheeks from her embarrassment and he finally took the hint her glare was signaling, ripping his ravenous eyes away from her body out of propriety, blushing profusely as he did.

"Nothing I haven't seen before, Bulma, honestly. And you call me the prudish one. Hmph ."

"What the actual hell are you talking about? Did you peek in on me or something while I was in the shower one night, you perv? I may be beautiful - but damn. You act so repulsed by me on any given day ending in a "y", and now you can't keep your eyes off me?!"

That was her.

That was his Bulma alright - but was she implying - that they never -

"Woman! What are you screeching about? We are mated… You are my wife, you silly banshee. You're carrying my son, right now, in your belly. Of course I've seen your naked form. Many times - minus the tail."

Bulma was now staring at him like the ground had opened and had spat him out like a demon from the depths of hell.

A look that lacked recognition, he quickly realized with growing distress.

"Bulma - you don't - remember?"

His concern amplified as she shook her head firmly.

"Vegeta, are you telling me," she motioned with her hand to where his child was currently nestled, "There's a baby…inside me, right now…?! Oh my kai- "

He realized what she was about to do and, before she could sound that very loud alarm, which would alert several other very anxious people of her awakening he had his hand to her mouth, holding her to him as she made her silent scream to his face.

"Bulma - contain yourself, woman! We have all been very patient waiting for you to come back to us. It appears you are experiencing some signs of short-term amnesia, which could possibly be remedied if you would only CALM DOWN ," he expressed in a hushed and urgent tone.

She glared at him furiously before she clamped down on him with a firm bite.

"MOTHER FU- " Vegeta gave out a furious shout of his own as he instantly recoiled from her teeth, and with that force she had certainly made her point.

Undoubtedly Saiyan.

"HOW CAN I BE PREGNANT? WHAT HAPPENED TO ME VEGETA? I DON'T WANT A BABY, I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT ONE - THIS IS A FULL-ON CRISIS!" Her shouts of indignation were certainly going to wake most of the house at this point.

So much for keeping her awakening to himself.

"Will you keep your voice down and let me ELABORATE, WOMAN? Do you think I would foolishly impregnate you, without your knowledge? Do you think I would stoop so low as to RAPE you?" he asked her with righteous indignation.

But Bulma wasn't listening.

She made for the door and he attempted to contain her with his arms for a second time.

The instant he did, she broke from his hold and, with a loud yell, she kneed him in the groin with every bit of the new strength she could muster which sent him to his knees in agony.

He could feel how strong her Ki was radiating even as she heatedly left the room, and it would have been impressive if it hadn't just royally pissed him off.

This had Vegeta in his own form of umbrage bordering on outright fury. It almost made his head spin with ire.

He knew he needed to get to her and calm her down.

She was going to need help coping with this new and unexpected bone of contention and he needed to reign himself in if he was going to get them anywhere close to regularity again.

He let out a very animalistic roar as he made his way to find her.

Bulma was making her way through the compound at a rapid pace with swift precision.

Her family had woken up and tried to stop her, but she made her way past them quickly.

She was still disoriented, shaking as she made her way to the backyard.

She heard someone coming for her and she stopped and snarled.

It was Yamcha she could smell.

And Goku.

They had almost reached her, but before they could, she ran back towards the compound and down towards her lab, her only known safe haven at the moment.

She reached the doors and pulled herself quickly inside, effectively sealing herself in.

As if that would stop a powerful Saiyan male.

Ever persistent, Goku reached her lab and proceeded to break in to Bulma's sanctuary.

The woman who owned said room was ready for the intrusion.

"GOKU, GET OUT."

Standing poised for a fight, Bulma held a needle high in her left hand, breasts in her right, ready to strike her best friend if necessary.

Goku flinched instantly at her threatening weapon, and as soon as Yamcha reached the room, Goku jumped to hide behind him.

"N-no NEEDLES, BULMA!" Goku let out a shrill wail, and Yamcha groaned.

"Man, you're like my brother, so no offense, but you have a pretty stupid phobia."

Goku just whimpered pitifully as he watched Bulma point the needle at him with a scowl on her face.

"JUST STAY BACK!" Bulma yelled.

The next person to enter the room was Vegeta, and he froze in the doorway to take in the scene in front of him.

Bulma was holding her heaving, naked chest and brandishing a syringe with a rather large needle and a wild look in her eyes.

Goku was cowering and Yamcha reluctantly shielded his friend from the feisty female.

Vegeta would have yelled to the men to avert their eyes, but his wife's modesty problem was taking a back seat momentarily.

"Well, well. I would say I'm surprised - you idiots - but I'm not. Bulma, you know you can't scare me, and try another stunt like you pulled in the regeneration room and you will have both me and Kakarot to contend with. Now are you going to come with me the easy way, or do I just do it my way? I'm giving you the choice, in light of your condition."

She looked at each of their faces and settled on Vegeta's.

She gave him a fierce glare, eyes like violent storms promising vengeance.

Right up his alley.

He gave a stony glare right back at her and stood calmly, momentum building under the surface, so he'd be ready to grab for her if she so much as flinched.

After what felt like eons, she looked back to Goku.

She stepped towards him, then quickly brought the syringe down in front of him, close enough to cause him to shriek, Goku yelling "NEEDLE!" as he continued positioning Yamcha as his human shield.

The flinch was well worth it.

Satisfied for the moment, Bulma made her way towards Vegeta with hesitation, waiting for him to grab her again.

When he didn't, she made her way past him and into the hallway. Just as she turned into the space, Chaps darted out from a doorway, brandishing a tranquilizer gun.

He quickly shot four darts into his daughter, and as Vegeta caught her, the look of betrayal in her eyes said it all – there would be hell to pay.

"H-How could you – you jackasses," and those were the last words Bulma could say before she collapsed heavily in Vegeta's arms.

The prince smirked.

"Four shots? How potent are those darts, Chaps?" Vegeta asked his father-in-law.

"Well, enough to stop four elephants. How's that for potency, son?" Dr. Briefs questioned.

Vegeta continued smirking, "Perfect."

Alright. So think about it. I know it's probably weird to change Bulma, but how long were they going to put up with that curse, right?

And I thought Goku bringing back Vegetasei was perfect, especially since he's always craving a good fight. What better way to introduce the next arc, right? This is where the real fun is going to begin, and I can't wait to show you where it's all headed.

*So yeah the memory-loss part is a little contrived, I've been told. But I'm cutting it really short. Promise. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Tell me what you guys think!

Be safe, stay well

-Elbordony