Authors Notes: This is chappie six...pwease reveiw. ^^;; PS Sorry for taking so godsdamned long with this...lol. I've had a major writers block with this fic and most my other anime fics. I now spend most of my time on my orgianal fics, so anime is taking a back seat, though I do get around to writing them eventually. Lol

Brady

Thanks for all the great reveiws! I love them so much! ^.^

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Trunks came to idolize the one he called 'Papa' and followed him around constantly, practically clinging to the short mans legs as he went about his daily buisness. After finding out Vegita would NOT tolerate him bothering him in the training room, he was contented to watch through the red tinted round glass windows.

Bulma grew a little worried as she saw her sons worship of Vegita grow every passing day; she knew that one day Vegita would leave her and Trunks, but how could she tell Trunks that?

Vegita finally voiced his opinion on this one day when Bulma was putting together a puzzle with Trunks. "I think the brat needs to learn how to fight."

Bulma looked up sharply, blue eyes spectical. "What do you mean...train?"

"The kid should train to fight." Vegita said again, sitting in his usual, one-leg-pulled-up style. "He's strong enough, and seems interested when I train."

"*That's* because you're his father and he adores every single body you've tread over," Bulma said sarcastically, putting another piece onto the puzzle.

Vegita 'hmmph'ed and snorted, but Bulma could tell he was a bit pleased. "The kid doesn't even know I'm his father."

Trunks looked up, much like his mother, and looked at his father through shrewd violet eyes. "MY Papa!" He said this with such certianty that Vegeta chuckled and tossed the boy a ki ball, one not meant to harm, but more like as a plastic ball for him to bounce and play with.

Trunks laughed and bounced the ball up and down on the ground, trying not to hit the puzzle. Suddenly, it bounced back and hit the young boy in the nose. Sneezing, Trunks looked cross-eyed at the ball and slapped it. It zoomed at Vegita, who caught it and squeezed the ball until it was nothing but a wisp of dust.

Bulma smirked faintly, looking a tint of like a smug Vegita, and then glanced at her estatic son. "Do you want to train like Papa, Trunksy-baby?"

Trunks laughed and nodded. "Twunks gonna be JUS' like Papa!"

"..see?" Bulma asked drly, looking at Vegita, "THAT'S what I'm afraid of."

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Days passed too slowly for Bulma now. Vegita had done everything short of kidnaping Trunks, waking him early, getting him to bed late, feeding him like Bulma had seen no other child consume food.

She spent her days shopping with Chichi, and working diligently on some new progect for her fathers company, of which she owned half of.

Tedious, boring work. She didn't like it at all, but without Vegita to tease and 'cuddle' with or Trunks to play with, her days seemed to be nothing more then minutes passing one after another after another after another after another after another..

Sighing, Bulma stood from her workbench and stormed out into the backyawrd, where the gravity machine was. Yelling, she banged her fist on the door, which eventually led to Trunks galloping out to tackle and shower his mother with kisses. Vegita sullenly followed his son, whom he still called 'Brat', and glared at Bulma.

"Hey, baby, how are you?" She cried happily, hugging her son tightly. "Mommy's missed you!"

"He's been training, woman," The Saiya-jin 'king' growled, folding his arms in annoyance. Bulma raised her eyes to meet his, blue orbs narrowed. Despite himself, Vegita felt himself feel a bit... frightened. He remembered what someone had told him once, 'Hell hath no fury like a mother seperated from child.'

"Name is BULMA, Veggie-head." She replied snidly and hugged Trunks all the more tighter, earning herself a small squeak from her son. "And I am allowed to visit my precious Trunks-y."

Vegita snorted rudely but said nothing more. He knew Bulma well enough to know that she would *not* leave until she had her 'dose of Trunks'.

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Bulma was alone that night until around one o'clock, when Vegita finally decided to come to the bed for the first time in a LONG time, sliding into the half-empty bed where Bulma laid on her side, wide awake but with her blue eyes closed.

His muscled arm wrapped around her waist, the princes breath soft against her neck and she stiffened against him.

"Decided to grace me with your presence?" She whispered angrily, almost hissing, refusing to give an inch. His low chuckle filled her ears, infuriatingly. She wasn't going to be just a toy to be used at his whim, oh no, not Bulma Briefs! "Don't you laugh at me!" She scowled, slipping away from him and scowling, sitting up in bed with her arms folded under her breasts. "You're just an ass who never comes home anymore! And you've practically kidnapped poor Trunks!"

"The brat loves it, woman." He yawned, his elbows braced to hold him up, "And admit it, he's almost good at it. So why are you complaining?"

"I want my son and my h—" She stopped dead, her eyes closing, "And you, Vegita."

He saw her sadness and scowled, "I'm not going to marry you."

The slap came from no where. Well, technically it came from Bulma, but Vegita didn't see it coming. It didn't really hurt, just stung. More so with the fact that it came from Bulma, the woman he had chosen for a mate had hit him; that was a blow to the ego, not to mention the face.

"I don't care!" Bulma hissed, hands clenching into fists, feeling no remorse in hitting him, "You listen to ME, Vegita! I don't care if you never marry me; you've already said I was your mate by Saiya-jin law, so I don't care about Earth-jin marriages. So stop trying to hurt me like that." The last part was said in a pouting tone, her anger draining as quickly as it had come. Her expression turned from furious to wary; Vegita made no motion to retaliate, or not even to speak.

"Vegita?" She asked softly, reaching out to stroke the vivid pink of his cheek. He jerked back form her fingers even as his arms shot out to embrace her into a crushing bear hug, his lips slamming down on her plump mouth. A muffled cry shot through her before turning into a moan as his tongue plunged into her mouth, her own arms snaking out to clutch him to her. As soon as it began, the kiss ended, both panting softly.

"Buruma." He said softly, lowering his head to bite her neck with surprising rougness, his sharp teeth burying themselves in her flesh. She let out a sharp cry, arching her body to press hard against him. The delicious feel of pleasure/pain cut through her, making her twitch and writhe befor going limp in his arms.

"V-Vegita..." She gasped as he pulled back, licking her blood from his lips. Calloused fingers brushed over her parted lips, her tongue darting out to stroke at the fingers.

"Mine, Buruma. You are mine, now and forever." He said softly, growling softly. But the sound was more comforting then possesive, his tongue lapping softly at the minute wound. "My mate, my wife, by any laws in any world. I take you as mine, as I am yours."

I am yours...

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Meh, finally the next chapter. Lol. Have fun, peeps