AN: Just a reminder, this story is rated M for mature content, which is happening in this chapter. However, this chapter will be somewhat censored for explicitness according to FFN's rules, but you can find the uncensored version on AO3 (under penname Nelzi91)

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Super or GT or any of the associated characters that appear in this fanfic.

Chapter 8: Who Said Recuperation's No Fun?

The following week was spent partly on rebuilding the Gravity Chamber, partly on shooing the headstrong prince back to his bed every time they caught him outside, training when he was supposed to be recuperating.

This also gave Bulma an opportunity to incorporate more of the advanced training features into the new design of the Gravity Chamber. Features that she'd found in her counterpart's data. Vegeta was going to freak when she told him about the upgrades, she thought gleefully. In her sleuthing, she also managed to find some video recordings and statistical records of future-Vegeta's training. Naturally she had to watch it, curious about the man that might one day be her long term lover and father of her children.

She was transfixed from the moment she pressed 'play'. Present Vegeta was hot, no doubt about that, but this older, more distinguished, more ripped, more… everything Vegeta of the future: he was scorching!

She'd never seen Vegeta smile. A genuine smile. It was always a smirk or malicious or sadistic grin, but he seemed to do it often if Bra was in the room training with him. She even witnessed a tender moment between the pair when Bra managed to fly for the first time. The date stamp on the video put her at about four years of age and she was just oh so adorable in her own little pink leotard and a serious expression that was the complete likeness of her father. It made her ovaries tingle. She watched, fascinated as a small white power aura formed around the toddler as she scrunched her face in concentration. Then slowly, ever so slightly she started levitating until she was hovering about four feet in the air.

"I did it! Papa, look, I'm flying."

"Yes, Princess I see that. Congratulations."

The toddler whooped and dove into her father's arms who caught her with a little huff. He settled her comfortable on his side and then looked at her in apparent wonder.

"I'm proud of you, Eschalot." he said quietly and the little girl beamed then hugged him so hard that if it was her she'd have probably been choked out.

"I love you, Papa." the little voice said from in the Saiyan's neck and Bulma felt her eyes get teary. She watched Vegeta's face intently. He didn't say it back, but the tenderness in his eyes were hard to miss.

She was glad that the recording has sound. The later ones didn't. She reckoned the mic probably got damaged at a later date.

She also managed to dig out something she was sure future-her didn't mean to leave on the drive… or maybe she did, because it was buried in one of the encrypted folders and could probably not have been cracked by anyone but Bulma herself.

The training video started like all the others: Vegeta in a dark-red tank and light grey sweatpants that was probably meant to sit loosely on a body, but conformed indecently to those thick legs and shapely ass of his. He was doing his warm-up kata under intense gravity when the center console suddenly started smoking. The camera mounted in the ceiling showed his face as he turned to glare at the malfunctioning equipment. After he turned the machine off he punched something into the buttons on a keypad situated on the wall next to a door. The image was grainy but she barely managed to make out a blur of a person he spoke to on the other end of the comm-panel. It was barely three minutes later when the wall opened and she saw her older self enter the room in faded red overalls and carrying a toolbox. Her counterpart's hair was cut in a short bob similar to the style she wore on Namek, but without the bangs. For a moment, it seemed like some things never changed especially when what followed was a very familiar exchange consisting of heated words and a lot of shouting. This one didn't have sound, but Bulma could probably make a very accurate guess of what was being said, but her eyes widened in surprise when, quick as a snake, Vegeta suddenly grabbed at her top and dragged her roughly to his face. Bulma's heart rate picked up as the other her was suddenly nose to nose with Vegeta as he sneered something at her. Then, in a complete about-face their lips were unexpectedly melded together in a kiss so passionate it took her own breath away and next she saw, her legs were around Vegeta's hips and he was holding her up by her butt, walking slowly towards the wall and pressing her up against it.

Here Bulma had to pause and get her breath under control. Hot damn! She thought as that tell-tale tingle between her thighs became an insistent throb. Bulma bit her thumb nervously as she contemplated the video. It felt… voyeuristic, yet at the same time she somehow felt entitled to it. She glanced at the play bar to note that it was over an hour long. Great Kami! She suddenly looked around guiltily, calculating the chances that someone might disturb her. It was pretty high, so she unplugged the device from its charger, closed it and left the lab

Settled comfortably in her bed, Bulma worked up the nerve to hit the play button once more, and there she sat, enraptured, as it all unfolded.

The Vegeta on the screen's hand suddenly shot out and hit something on the comms panel on the wall and the lights around the couple went red.

Well, she mused. This gives a whole new meaning to the 'do not disturb' lighting she thought, but continued watching nonetheless. The overall zippers were slowly parted to reveal absolutely nothing underneath. Seems her counterpart's intentions weren't as innocent as she had first thought. Sneaky Bulma. And damn, at - she glanced at the date stamp of the video - 47 years of age her body was still rocking. It had to be natural, Bulma thought. I don't imagine there being any plastic surgeons left by then. Yay me! I'm going to be a total MILF!

Before her engrossed eyes, Vegeta suddenly dropped to his knees before the now completely naked Bulma and without preamble lifted one leg over his shoulder and dove right in. Afterwards, he had her against the wall. Then on the floor and then he bent her over the console while he fucked her from behind. The last time, after almost an hour had elapsed, he came, and she watched his face while he did, all the while wishing that she was the one that put that look on his face. It was strange, being envious of yourself, but man was she jealous, especially as they spent quite a few minutes afterwards kissing languorously. Him cupping her chin and lifting it towards his face while he still stood behind her, arm around her waist. They were very clearly in love.

I want that! she thought, almost desperately, and I'm going to have it by Kami.

But first things first… Bulma was suddenly at her bedside table rifling through the drawer there. Her hand found something soft and rubbery and she closed her grip and drew out her silicone vibrator.

It was torture, keeping himself up and spinning under 180Gs. His side burned and his cuts were stinging, but he pushed through. He needed to get stronger. He wouldn't be a failure in this timeline.

The giant display suddenly lit up the oppressive red space and the woman's face came into view, looking royally pissed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Vegeta?" she greeted.

"You have eyes, woman. Use them." he answered nonchalantly.

She looked taken aback for a moment, then her shoulders visibly lifted on a sigh "Kami save me from stubborn masochists." she pleaded to no one in particular. Then to him she said, "You do realize that you have barely three inches of your body not covered by bandages. What in the world made you think that you were in any condition to train?"

Vegeta kept his steady pinwheel rotation going and selected not to answer.

"I'm serious, Vegeta. You're injured. You should be resting."

"I'm Saiyan, I should be training to get stronger and become a super saiyan." he retorted, then on mid rotation he felt a twinge of pain in his side causing his concentration to break and he fell from the air to land heavily on his hands and knees. The impact made him cry out.

"Vegeta!" she called frantically.

"Damned distracting female" he muttered under his breath as he attempted to gain his bearing. His side was killing him.

"What was that?" Bulma inquired, a noticeable smugness in her tone. "I thought, I heard you say that I was right. Now shut down that damned machine and get your ass back in bed."

"I said," Vegeta said, panting with effort, "to leave me the hell alone!"

Bulma looked shocked at his outburst for a short moment, then her expression turned hurt, and then finally, she looked resolved.

"Well, If that's how you want it. I'll just leave and take my legitimate concern elsewhere. Just don't come crying to me when you're a pancake on the floor of the GT. I won't lift a finger to help you." she sniffed haughtily and started to walk off."

Vegeta's victory however, was short lived as he collapsed just as she left the frame.

A few minutes later he was sitting on his bed while the woman was applying a healing gel to some of his previous injuries.

"I told you you're not ready, but do you listen to me? Oh no! I'm just the most intelligent woman on the planet. What the hell would I know?" she was lecturing. Vegeta remained quiet. At his silence, Bulma sighed and her ministrations stilled. "How are you feeling?" she asked, and it was sincerity in her tone that caused him to answer at last.

"Like I've been punched through a planet… Everything hurts."

After a while she offered: "I can run you a soothing bath if you wish?" and he tensed.

"Why do you care, Woman?"

"What?"

"I can take a bit of pain… more than a bit. I don't need your help to take care of myself. I don't need a gods damned bath either."

Another heavy sigh. "I know that you're very good at surviving Vegeta, but you and I do not have the same understanding of 'taking care' of oneself. Why would you needlessly suffer and cause yourself injury like this?"

"The more we hurt, the more we gain. I've heard that earth has a sentiment very similar to that."

"No pain, no gain?"

"Exactly, and for a Saiyan that's especially true. The more grievous the injury. The greater the power boost we derive from it."

"Seriously?" she asked, incredulous. He smirked in reply.

"Okay." she conceded finally, "I still think you should heal up first before you go destroying yourself again. I don't know about Saiyan physiology, but studies on human biology show that you improve faster with equal amounts of rest and training. We cannot go breaking down our bodies before they've had a chance to repair themselves sufficiently."

"Hmm" he grunted non-committedly.

"Wanna know something interesting? I actually have records of your future counterpart's training and his improvement statistics dating back 10 years. There's video surveillance too. I found it on the drive future-me sent."

Vegeta suddenly sat up straighter, excitement bubbling in his belly despite his injuries.

"Show me." he demanded.

"Ah-ah ah." she said, wagging a taunting finger. "You'll first have to consent to that bath."

Vegeta cocked his head sideways, contemplative before baring his teeth and a slightly sadistic grin. "Only if you'll join me" and he watched with no little pleasure as a blush spread across her cheeks.

"It's… not that sort of bath." she stammered her reply.

"No? Too bad"

Unfortunately for him, Bulma recovered from her embarrassment rather quickly, vulgar thing that she was.

"My my Vegeta." she tutted, "And here I thought you a complete prude. Prince's got some Game, it seems. Interesting." She sat back and crossed her arms under her chest, probably purposefully squishing her breasts together to draw his attention. Her one knee was hiked over the other, baring more of her creamy thigh in her customarily short skirt. The posture was predatory - a lure. She was baiting him and watched him knowingly with a sultry little grin, tapping her index finger on her bottom lip. "Tell you what, Princy" she started as Vegeta tried his damndest to control his body's reaction "I'll take a rain check on that bath if you let me help you get better. After all, I'm a woman who likes to be treated a certain way and I just don't think you'll be able to… measure up in your current condition." she proposed, words dripping with innuendo. She was dead serious too. Seems she'd grown tired of their teasing, Vegeta thought as he considered her offer.

If he considered the trajectory of their future deeds given their current interaction he could see no other outcome. He would fuck her. It was inevitable. The problem, as future-self likely also encountered, was that he didn't think he would be able to stop fucking her after they cross that bridge. Chemistry is not something that goes away spontaneously, and they had heaps of chemistry. His ability to reason was slowly fizzling away as it seems that the woman had finally discovered the painfully hard erection that he attempted to hide from her and was slowly, sensually tracing its outline with a manicured nail.

"I think 'measured' was the wrong word to use in my previous proposal." she whispered, her breath feathering over his cheek. "So, what do you say, my Prince? Are we doing this, or what?"

His next words were swallowed on a sharp inhale when without warning she reached into his shorts and wrapped a hand around him, eliciting an involuntary "Fu-uck" from his lips. The she-devil dared to giggle and he felt her wet mouth envelope his earlobe sucking slightly before letting go. "I would have preferred a simple 'yes', Vegeta but that works too I guess." she teased.

"You're playing with fire, Bulma" he warned, his voice already deep with desire.

"I'm not afraid to get burned, Vegeta" she replied, almost solemnly. "Are you?"

The decision was made in an instant, and she must have seen it in his eyes because next he knew she was straddling his lap and her mouth was on his. The kiss was hot and deep and flamed by all the pent up frustration their teasing little games had wrought these last few weeks. He couldn't get enough of her taste and sucked voraciously on her tongue when she slipped it between his parted lips. His one hand flew up to that mess of blue curls on her head, digging in haphazardly as he tried to steer their kisses in his favor. The other settled on that lush ass, squeezing and pushing her hips harder into his. She moaned into his mouth when he flexed his hips and set a steady rhythm.

It wasn't enough.

He needed to be inside her. To feel her naked flesh sliding over his.

That thought in mind, he tugged slightly on her hair until their mouths separated. He was pleased to see the glazed look in her eyes and the warm flush that turned that pretty white skin a beautiful rosy pink. He gripped her hips and lifted, and was about to put her flat on her back, but as he started to twist a sharp pain spasmed through his side and he winced.

It effectively ended the mood because Bulma immediately switched to obsessive hovering mode. Asking if he was alright. Was it his injuries? and Where does it hurt? Gods Dammit, he thought with a sigh.

"I'm fine, Woman. Stop pestering me."

"Well," she said after a while, sitting lamely at his side, "that nearly got out of hand."

"If I recall correctly, it was very much in hand." he retorted. Bulma barked a laugh and Vegeta found his lips twitching in shared mirth, before dropping down to lay on his back. He felt her eyes on him, but he kept his own gaze on the ceiling, unsure of what exactly was to happen now. He still wanted her, but obviously that wasn't an option at this point in time. He found himself wondering if she felt the same, or if she considered the event a momentary lapse of judgement. He was too proud to ask. He felt her get up from beside him.

"I'd say it's a good thing that the 'soothing' bath I'm preparing you is going to be filled with ice." Bulma said as she walked out.

"With what?!" he said, raising himself to his elbows to stare dubiously at her retreating form. She just smirked at him over her shoulder.

"And for the record. I'm still taking that rain check." were her final words as she exited his bedroom.

AN: So I've had this written out for a few weeks now, but things have been so hectic at work I haven't had a breather to type it. As I've already mentioned this chapter is censored, but not overmuch. If I had to compare this version to the AO3 it would be like a Sauna compared to a Steam Room. Both are hot, but only one has 'steam'. I also have some of the next chapter jotted down on various pages (as the mood to write took me), but who knows when I'll get a chance to type that one out. Until then...