a/n: This was meant be a single chaptered story but hey, what can i do if you guys want more?

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He trained everyday, there was nothing strange about that and she knew it, but it still bothered her. Her slightly rounded belly forced her to wear looser clothing and she couldn't even fit into her favourite pair of sassy red heels. She loved slipping her feet into her sheep skin boots in the morning and kept them on all day, it amazed her puffy her feet were in the early stages of her pregnancy.

She was busy cleaning the house, washing dishes and scrubbing floors and toilets. She hated domestic duties but she didn't feel comfortable hiring people to do the job like her parents use to do. She did wish, however, that Vegeta took more care of the home he also lived in, he doesn't even try to hang his towel up in the morning after a shower. He was becoming more distant and silent while she was feeling the strain of her weight gain, her fluctuating hormones, sickness from carrying a child and the strain of her relationship with her mate was drving her crazy.

Every night he would come to her bed and every morning he would be training. It was an unbreaking cycle, he just didn't seem capable of devoting the necessary time to her anymore, it as as though she was going through with this pregnancy alone and it was tough. She pulled the wet clothes out of the washing machine and thrw them into the clothes basket angrily. Then she felt his ki flowing through her body, it was slight and sparingly but it was comforting, he was feeling her anger and this was his way of letting her know he hadn't forgotten about about her. It calmed her down and she took a deep breath. It was reassuring but just not enough.

It was getting hot, summer was becoming more and more uncomfortable for Bulma so she hopped into her green polka-dot bikini as she headed outside to hang up the washing to dry. Nobody would see her, the fences were high enough so she didn't mind. Her top barely fit her as her breasts were full and plump but she loved that particular added curve to her figure, they made her feel very sensual when she wasn't focusing on her belly. One by one she hung the wet garments up on the line, occasionally wiping the sweat from her body. His ki was behind her and she felt his strong hands slide up her back and over her shoulders, he held them firmly and rubbed them. It felt so good, she tilted her head to the side as he kissed the side of her neck, she missed his lips.

"I'm stronger now" he whispered into her ear as he begain to raise his power level, she felt it grow and it felt hot and it burned her like an electrical current but then the yellow aura seemed to flow from his body over and through hers and the feeling was incredible. She gasped as the electric current grazed her breasts and down her belly, reacting to the growing life form within it and then it continued down her legs and then ventured inside her. He purred as he kissed her savagely on her neck and down her shoulders.

She turned to face him, brushing her fingers through his glowing hair she then hugged him close to her body. The aura slowly faded as his power decreased. He kissed her and growled deeply as he left her and headed back to the house, a gesture that inclined his need to mate. Bulma tried to hide her giggles with her hand but it was just impossible not to love the strange things she was learning about him. He was a man, a siayan but he also came across as a noble animal, a beast with simple needs. She was feeling lucky again, her life felt a little better as she followed him to their bed where they're loved soared from their bodies for hours between the sheets.

An evening of ecstacy. Her hair was messy and her legs hurt but she felt good, she felt attractive, she felt sexy. She felt like a real woman after spending an evening mating with him. She rubbed her belly, remembering how he had done the smae as she rested from their activities and she smiled. This was her son, he was growing everyday and she wondered what he would look like and if he would be a fighter like his father or intelligent with ambtion like his mother. She was feeling excitement crawling over her skin just thinking about the possibilities. Names to call him ran through her mind.

"Woman!" He called from downstairs. Bulma grumbled and wrapped a robe around her body, tying it at the waist as she trod downstairs. There he was, holding his arm out, blood dripping from a deep cut near his wrist. Bulma noticed the wound instantly and rushed to his side. She grabbed some tissue and pressed them onto the open cut.

"Ouch! It bloody hurts! Be careful!" The prince snapped, his mate shying away from his anger shielded her face with both her arms, a simple defence she had learned from sadder times in her life. Vegeta did nothing, only starred at her, wondering why she always acted like then when he raised his voice. He would never hurt her, it wasn't in his saiyan nature to hurt any female creature if it could be helped but it was becoming clear that his mate had a shattered past. instead of provoking her to explain her actions he just patted her on the back and thanked her for her help as he left to go and continue his training. Bulma just sat there on the floor, crying quietly so her mate would not detect her sadness. She would hate that particular male forever for the impact he had put on her life. She had forgiven him each time it had happened, everytime his hands hurt her she found a reason to forgive him.

"I was so stupid! Dam you Yamcha!" She muttered as she got up onto her knees and then back onto her feet. She walked out doors with both her hands resting on her belly, and she felt the baby kick and it hurt.

"Ouch!" She yelped as the baby kicked again, the little buggar was a fighter already and wanted to start a fight. She grasped her stomach tightly as she hobbled over to the gravity training chamber. His ki once again flowed through her as he exited the chamber, the blood was running down his arm in but a trickle but his concern was for his mate who was in pain, he hoped she would be strong enough to hold a saiyan baby inside but perhaps it was just false hope. She wasn't strong like Chichi. He caressed her stomach and felt the baby kick again, it was amazing. Bulma's pain subsided as she felt her mate's ki relieve some of the pain. Vegeta's hand was firmly on her belly, directly where the baby was resting and then the kicking stopped, his ki was matching the ki of his baby and the two connected for a moment, a moment shared by father and son.

"He's strong" Vegeta mumbled.

"No shit!" Bulma spat, lightly slapping him across the head, "you big idiot, i can't believe you did this to me!" Vegeta blushed, he couldn't believe it either, he was lucky, he had such a wonderful mate, beautiful and sensual, her body growing more beautiful everyday as her belly grew and her breasts protruded even more, her hips becoming all the more seductive and the he looked down at his groin...

"I can't believe you can do this to me, every five minutes!" He laughed, trying to force his emotions to steady to calm his hardened member. Bulma smiled smugly, she liked having that kind of power over him, now she knew why everyone considered Chichi to be one of the most pwoerful women in the world, she had power over her mate.

"Are you happy?" Vegeta said as he turned to return to his training.

"I think i am" Bulma replied, smiling and then thinking about that man again. She tried to rid him from her thoughts but she knew that the past she had shared with him would haunt her for many months yet.

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