The Worlds Smartest

This Is The Enforcer Speaking,

Hello everyone, so this chapter was supposed to make it to the full moon but it ended up needing broken into two part because it got huge fast. My apologies. I would like to thank my reviews. I managed to figure out how to reply to your reviews individually so I don't take up space here with replies and am able to make more personalize replies to reviews. Each one keeps me going.

Now…On To The Story!

The Fool

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Vegeta carried Bulma back to their rooms. Not out of gallantry so much as necessity. The room titled slightly around her. She felt weightless. A giggle escaped from between her lips, which she quickly smothered with her still gauntleted hand. At first Bulma insisted she could walk back on her own but after several failed attempts the Prince simply swept her up in his arms.

Vegeta sighed at her antis

Smiling Bulma made a gentle swat at his face, claws and all, like a playful kitten. She knew Vegeta wasn't a mere human and the claws skittered across his skin without leaving a mark. Without her ki in them they weren't much more than decorations.

With wide eyes Vegeta jostle her slightly. "Watch yourself woman."

She grinned up at him. "Watch yourself, man."

Rolling his eyes Vegeta hauled her into their chambers. As soon as Vegeta set her feet on the ground Bulma stumbled landing on her butt. She looked up at her Vegeta her face shifting into a more serious expression.

"You're my husband now." She stated. "At least that's what we mere humans call it." Her voice trailed off for a moment before picking back up. "That makes me your wife…I'm too young to be a wife. And you want me to have babies. Too young for that too. Kids freak me out." Bulma flopped back onto the ground one hand continued waving about in the air as she spoke. "I don't want to have a baby any time soon…and I don't want to be a Queen…what do I know about Queening?"

She lifted her head up enough to look Vegeta in the eyes as he stood over her. "At least you're a sexy beast." She let her head flop back to the ground. "You know, I've never been drunk before. This is going to hurt in the morning."

At this point Vegeta knelt down and began undressing her, grumbling about her needing to sleep. She didn't want to sleep. It took several minutes of wrestling around before Vegeta finally had her stripped. Vegeta lifted her once more and deposited her on the bed.

"You need to sleep." Vegeta said to her, prying her hands off of him.

"Take you clothes off." Bulma demanded. "Then I'll be good. Promise." He gave her a look. "I promise."

"Alright, alright. Just stay right where you are and I will do it." He gently slapped her hands away as she reached for him. Taking a step back Vegeta unhooked his cape one side at a time before pulling off his gauntlets. He reached for the bottom o his armor when Bulma interrupted.

"Slower." She said as she devoured him with her eyes.

Vegeta smirked and obliged her. Slowly sliding off his armor he let it drop to the floor.

"Gloves." Bulma said voice low.

He tugged his gloves off, pulling one fingertip loose at a time, before revealing his hands. Bulma swallowed thickly before commanding, "Boots."

A darker glint came to Vegetas eyes before he bent to do her bidding. Bulma knew that glint and she liked it. It made her body ache for him. Once his boots were removed Vegeta paused looking at her for direction. He wanted her to tell him what to do…Bulmas breath hitched. Vegeta was enjoying this. The suite he wore was a two-piece so Bulma commanded him to remove his top first.

Vegeta deliberately pull the top off revealing an inch of tanned flesh at a time. Bulma watched the muscles in his arms work and his abdomen flex. She wasn't feeling so drunk anymore. He peeled the top and tossed it to the ground.

"Next?" He asked smartly. There was only one thing left after all.

"Pants." Bulma growled.

The Prince hitched his thumbs into the edges of his pants. Bulma sat up, eyes wide. "Now." She demanded. Vegeta obliged. He slid the material down his hips, over his butt and tail before skimming it along his muscular calves. He stepped out of the bottoms and stood naked before her.

Bulma lunged for him. Her hands wrapped around his wrists and she pulled him onto the bed to land on top of her.

"You said you would be a good girl." His breath ruffled her hair. Bulma smirked.

"I lied."

"You're drunk." He chuckled.

"Not too drunk for this." Bulma wrapped her hand around his hardness. "Give it to me now."

"You like telling me what to do." He nuzzled her neck as he spoke. Nudged his body between her legs.

"And you like it when I do." Bulma arched against him.

He fisted her hair. A growl rumbled across her skin before he reached between them and claimed her. Bulma relished the sudden invasion and the feeling of his full length sliding in her body. Vegeta's movements were unhurried; each one drew a soft gasp from between her lip. It wasn't long before he brought her screaming over the edge of orgasm before following her.

Bulma's vision faded as he held her in his arms. He kissed her forehead and brushed her hair away from her face.

"You are a marvel." He said softly. "But you're still waking up in the morning to train."

Bulma's world went dark before she could reply.

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The next month went by in a blur of training and lab work. It was Groundhog Day every day. Vegeta kicked her out of bed at dawn, trained her until she could barely move until lunchtime, after lunch he kicked her out so he could get some "real" training done, she lived the rest of the day in the lab working on their defense project until whatever ungodly hour of the night she finally gave up the ghost and went to bed. Wash, rinse, and repeat.

It was the standard late night that found Bulma hunched over some wiring trying to sort out an electrical issue on one of her side projects. Teeth clinched she sighed in frustration. This problem would have been simple for her dad but had her fit to be tied. A spark only gave her a milliseconds warning before she was once again shocked. Yelping Bulma threw down her soldering iron.

"I'm going on a food run. Anyone want anything?"

The rest of her team studiously kept their eyes averted. They learned quickly that her temper was exceptionally shorter in the lab than in training room. The only one that spoke up was Bardock.

"You do not serve us Princess." His tone was just this side of chiding.

Bulma sighed, teeth clinched. He'd been charged with her royal education as it were. It was his job to reminder how a royal was supposed to act or when she was going to break some Saiyan etiquette. She'd thought she could hid from him in the lab but as it turned out Bardock was not only brawn but brain and spent a lot of time helping her in the lab.

If the other scientists could have looked away any harder they would have. Closing her eyes Bulma fought to school her face into neutrality. Forced a smile, nodded at him shortly and then left the room.

She still hated being called Princess, it made her cringe, but after a full on throw down with Vegeta she'd given in and let the title ride.

Thankfully the halls were empty. Not surprising because it was about one in the morning. Bulma headed towards the cafeteria. She normally didn't go the common chow hall because people freaked but at these hours no one was usually around.

Bulma meandered between the rows of empty tables up to the service window. Peaking through Bulma frowned. The kitchen looked empty. There was always someone in the kitchen.

"Hello?" Bulma called out. No answer.

Figuring as Princess she was allowed to do whatever she wanted she made her way over to the door that led back into the kitchens. It pushed open easily enough until it bumped into something solid.

"What the hell?" Bulma whispered. There was just enough room for her to for her slip her head and shoulders around the edge of the door to see what was on the other side.

"Chi-Chi!" Bulma shouted.

The dark haired woman lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Her dress twisted around her legs, face turned up to the ceiling.

"Oh holy shit." She said scrambling back. It wouldn't be possible to go through the door to get to Chi-Chi. Her mind froze briefly in panic before she broke into action. She lifted herself up easily over the edge of the counter and slide through the service window. Rushing to Chi-Chi's side she checked her for a pulse. She felt a weak pulse under her fingers. There was a gentle rise and fall of the woman's chest. Thank god she wasn't dead.

Bulma lifted the woman up into hers, easily cradling her with one arm as she shoved the door open with the other and ran for the medical bay.

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"What do you mean you can't put her in a regeneration tank?" Bulma snarled as a medical team worked frantically to save Chi-Chi. They hadn't seemed to care all that much about her until Bulma started snarling and screaming at them.

"Pregnant females can not be put into the tanks Princess. If the pregnancy is threatening the life of the female the tank will see it as the anomaly that needs corrected and will abort the fetus to save the females life. This happens in nearly any instance of a pregnant female being place in tank. If there is any chance of saving the child we can not put her in the tank." The medic's hands didn't stop moving as he inserted IV's into Chi-Chi arms. Another medic drew blood and still another pulled out viles of fluids to insert into the bag of saline solution being attached to the IV line.

Fuck. What do I do? Bulma thought. If she put Chi-Chi in a tank she was basically killing her baby.

"Where the hell is her mate?" Bulma growled. "That idiot needs to be here and I want some answers as to why she was working in the kitchen in her state. Bring Bardock as well."

Saiyans scurried around Bulma in a rush follow her commands.

"Keep working on her." She told the medic. Bulma would not be responsible for killing Chi-Chi's child. Something was telling her if the woman lived and discovered her child died in her place at Bulmas command it would end in disaster. The frightening thing was that these Saiyans would do it if she told them to.

Bulma paced a worried line across the room from the action. The door opened and Vegeta walked in instead of either of the males she'd requested. Relief swam over or at the sight of him but she was careful not to show it.

"Where is his idiot mate?" Bulma turned on Vegeta but pulled up short.

Vegeta was covered in sweat and blood. His armor showed signs of wear, chips missing, a crack spreading across his chest and scorch marks marred its surface. His gloves were shredded and his fists blooded as well. What in the hell?

"He's unavailable." Vegeta said shooting Bulma a glance.

"Unavailable? What does that even mean?" Bulma berated him. She felt responsible for this whole mess.

She watched a look cross Vegeta's face; he blinked rapidly as blood ran into one of his eyes. He refused to wipe it away as it ran down his face.

"It means unavailable." He snapped.

In that instance the doors to the medical ward opened again and a Saiyan male that she didn't recognize walked in with Kakarot slung over his shoulder. Kakarot's armor was in pieces, his tail hung limply, and blood ran from him down the back of the armor of the male carrying him.

Bulma watched him be carried across the room and deposited in a regeneration tank. His face was a bloody mess, his chest a ruin. Her eyes darted between Kakarot and Vegeta. It didn't take her long to do the math.

"Seriously?" Bulma turned on him. "What did you go and do that for?"

She'd never seen him beat one of his own mean this badly during training before. And his timing couldn't be worse.

An odd look crossed his face again. "Don't question me." He growled. Bulma clenched her fists and felt something in her stir. She bared her teeth at Vegeta but before she could do anything else Bardock walked in.

He spared his Prince only a glance before striding to his son's mate. As the grandsire he would have say in what happened to her in place of Kakarot by Saiyan law. Directly on his heals was another much short Saiyan female. She was dainty by Saiyan standards and wore the armor of a civilian with a white apron tied overtop of it. The apron looked bloodstained. Bulma turned from her mate and watched with wide eyes as the small female rushed up to Bardock's side as he stood over Chi-Chi.

"Is she going to live? What about the babe?" She asked voice soft.

"Gine." Bardock said her name softly and wrapped his arm around her waist. It must be his mate, Kakarots mother. "She will live but I don't know about the child. I have not seen it."

Bardock left his mate by Chi-Chi's side and came over to Bulma.

"Thank you for not placing her into the regin tank, Princess." He bowed slightly. "It is what we have all discussed." With that he went to stand with Chi-Chi.

Bulma looked at the scene and felt the need to cry. Before she could she stormed by Vegeta out of the room and down the hall.

He chased after her. "Woman, come back here."

She ignored him plowing ahead.

"Woman…Bulma stop!"

His fingers closed around her arm and whipped her to face him.

"No Vegeta. Whatever it is just no. If you hadn't beaten him to a pulp he could be in there helping Chi-Chi stay alive. Only mates can share ki right? You used it to save me and he could do the same. You never once considered his mate needing him in an emergency."

"You are right." He said. Bulma stopped.

Bulmas anger seemed to deflate and she felt the tears escape.

"Damn it." She couldn't stay mad when he actually admitted he was wrong for once in his life. "I feel like I am responsible for her Vegeta. The idiot, and the baby too for that matter."

Their eyes met.

"That is because you are." He cupped her face in his hands and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. "Now enough of this."

She was their Princess. The utter reality of it hit her like a slap to the face. Vegeta had been born to rule but Bulma was still adapting. Subject change Bulma decided.

"You were serious when you said carrying one of your babies is dangerous. The doctor said the baby is draining her of ki, it's too strong for her body and she's had such bad morning sickness that she hasn't been able to eat so she's already low on energy." Bulma tried to refocus her thoughts on the facts. The more she talked the calmer she felt. "They are going to give her nutrients through the IVs to help. Once Kakarot is awake he should be able to give her the ki she needs to survive. Right?"

Vegeta frowned.

"The better question is why has he not been doing so already? A regular infusion would help her significantly."

That was a good question. Bulmas mind turned over for a minute before she a terrible idea came to her.

"She might not be letting him." At Vegeta's questioning look she continued. "I'm constantly inundated with your ki, I've become comfortable with it, I like it, but it leaves me feeling…different. The first time I remember it happening I lost myself for a minute. If she got scared of that feeling she might have refused him after that."

"I would never allow that." Was Vegeta's response.

"But-" Bulma started.

"Kakarot is an idiot." Vegeta finished her sentence. "Maybe he deserved the beating after all?"

"Don't think you aren't going to explain that later." Bulma warned. "So what do we do now?"

"We wait."

Vegeta led them the rest of the way to their quarters where they both showered and changed before settling into the bed to rest while they waited on word from the medical team.

"So what happened with Kakarot?" Bulma asked from her place curled up against Vegeta's side. She trailed her fingers over his trashed knuckles. They'd be healed by morning even without a regin tank. Saiyan physiology really was amazing.

"We have a secret. It is closely guarded; punishment for telling an outsider is death. Only our people can know." He looked down at her thoughtfully. "And now you will know. When we take damage in battle we become stronger after recover, the greater the damage the greater the increase. When beaten to the edge of death our power can increase exponentially."

"You beat him to make him stronger?" Bulma thought out loud. It made some sort of sense to her. It explained why Saiyans only seemed to grow in strength with age instead of weakening.

"Yes. We need everyone at their peak for Frieza's arrival. Despite his dimwittedness Kakarot is my strongest elite warrior. I decided his training needed…expedited."

An almost guilty look crossed his face. Bulma had a suspicion.

"And?" She pressed.

"And, I need a training partner that can damage me as well. The extra gravity helps but it truly is not enough. My hope is the Kakarot will get strong enough to be a true challenge to me."

Bulma frowned. She'd know that he needed more of a challenge but she hadn't realized he'd go so far so soon in his training.

"You aren't going to be able to put him out of commission like this again. Not with Chi-Chi need him at any moment." Bulma sat up, pulling away from him as a hard look came across his face.

"To save our Planet I will do what I think is best woman. If that means beating him unconscious every day until he can keep up I will. The life of one half-breed brat is not worth the life of the many."

Bulma felt her face grow hot.

"How can you say that? Pick someone else to be your punching bag." Bulmas voice rose an octave.

"The next strongest is his brother. Do you want me making Raditz any more powerful?" Vegeta shouted back sitting up as well.

Bulma head snapped back and she drew up short.

"His brother?" She whispered.

The man who killed her family, her friends, her master, was related to two of the Saiyans she was closest too? She never saw Raditz around; Vegeta had him stationed at a base clear across the planet and not at the main compound. It kept him out of Bulma's way and Vegeta felt it better that way. In fact he'd kept Raditz away from her period over the last six months. How had she never made this connection? How could she hope to kill him if she was so close to the rest of his family? The literal hours she'd spent with Bardock in the lab and his role as her mentor really brought them close over the last month.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" She asked.

Vegeta moved out of the bed and made a step toward her. Bulma backed up. He froze.

"You have that look about you. The one that tells me you are thinking of doing a runner. Would telling you have changed anything?" He lifted his hands up in a talking the jumper off the roof motion. "You needed to be able to trust someone and his bloodline is extremely loyal to me, except for Raditz. The idiot and his father are the only two males here I willingly leave you alone with."

"So you expected me to just make nice with his brother and dad before I kill him? That's fucked up Vegeta."

"Not by our standards. A blood debt is a blood debt. A challenge, a challenge. We are not human and you need to remember that. They will treat you no differently if you kill him than if you do not. They know the situation."

"So I'm the only one left in the dark. Great, just great." Bulma stormed over to the closet and began changing. She slipped the suite and armor on over her naked body not caring to take the time to find undergarments.

"Where are you going?" Vegeta snarled. Blocking her in the closet. He seemed larger, more powerful, than usual. Filling the doorway with his body he glared down at her. But Bulma knew he was worn out from his fight with Kakarot and not taking the time to recoup in a tank.

"I'm going to the lab to work on solving at least one of our problems." She walked up to him shoving him out of her way and skated past him. He stumbled back, shock briefly crossing his features as he caught his balance.

"No you're not." He grabbed her arm. Bulma pulled away before he got a good grip on her, dodged his second attempt at grabbing her and then kicked him as hard as she could in the shin. Vegeta yelped dropping to a knee he grabbed his abused shin. Bulma didn't waste any time and bolted from the room grabbing her main sword on the way out. She stormed down the hall seething. It wasn't until she reached her lab that she realized she was barefoot.

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Vegeta sat in his room, their room, alone and confused. The woman baffled him. He did not understand why she was so furious. He could have chased after her but his instincts, and the giant lump on his shin, said that anyone who bothered her right now would be the one to regret it. She was getting stronger. Her strength, her furry brought a smile to his face.

Part of him knew he might have mentioned Raditz relationship to Kakarot sooner but with all things considered he felt it was not all that important. Apparently his mate thought otherwise.

Unable to relax now that his woman was gone Vegeta dressed before heading down to check on the idiots mate. Not because he cared so much but because his woman did.

The idiot still floated in the regin tank. Vegeta scanned his readouts on the tanks computer system. His ki level was coming up nicely. Then made his way over to human female. Bardock and his mate Gine were sleeping sitting up in a chair that'd been drug in for them. Their family was different, kinder, than a lot of other bloodlines. It made Raditz's brutality that much more odd.

Bardock was a bit soft, willing to show that he cared, but his was powerful. However, Vegeta needed him with the woman not being beaten half dead in the training room.

Vegeta moved silently over to the harpy. She looked much smaller and more fragile than his woman. Would carrying his child do this to her? Unlikely. His mate was strong and smarter than this harpy. She welcomed his ki, enjoyed it even. This woman was likely refusing that gift from her mate.

He and Kakarot were going to have a one sided conversation when he came out of the tank. The fool. Leaning against the wall Vegeta stood watch over the family for what felt like hours before the regin tank across the room beeped and began draining. Time for that conversation Vegeta thought.

The Prince managed not to destroy the machine, instead waiting on it to open up on it's own, before grabbing a handful of Kakarots uniform and shaking him until he opened his eyes.

"You are going to go over there and you are going to give your mate what she needs or so help me by all the Gods I will end you myself." He hissed at the still confused male.

"What? What are you talking about Vegeta?" The idiot sputtered before his eyes focused on the bed. On his half dead mate. In a second the male was across the room hovering over his mate. Bardock and the female chose that moment to wake up. They stood silently.

"But she…she said no. She said she didn't need it. Wouldn't accept it. She said she was fine…" He laid his hand on her gently.

"Son, she's dying, your child is dying. If you don't take care of her properly you'll lose them both. It is time to do what is best for her not what she thinks is best for her."

Vegeta could see that Bardock had this situation handled and all the emotion made Vegeta's skin crawl. He left the room as silently as he arrived; he had his own mate to worry about.

She was lying with her head in her arms, passed out at a desk surrounded by piles of machinery that Vegeta didn't understand nor care to understand. He noticed her barefoot with a raised brow.

He knew she must have been exhaust because she slept through him lifting her from the chair. She curled into his chest as he carried her back to their bed. As he lay her in bed his chest swelled in pride at his mate. His woman unmatched. Beautiful, strong, intelligent and always ready match wits with him. In a moment of weakness he found himself brushing her hair out of her face, marveling at it's softness as he always did. Her eyes opened suddenly. Big, blue eyes stared up at him. As deep and blue as the oceans of her planet.

"I'm still mad at you, you know." She mumbled softly but there was no heat to he words. He smirked down at her. Her temper was fiery but her fury always passed quickly when he was concerned. She was so like his own people and she would grow into her role as monarch, she already was whether she realized it yet or not. They would make strong heirs for his people.

Perhaps the fates knew what they were doing after all? He thought as he stripped himself down and slid into bed next to her.

"Hold me." She commanded, half asleep.

Vegeta pulled his mate into his chest wrapping his arms and tail around her. He would keep her safe. Always.

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A/N: Thank you to all my readers. Please read and review. Feed this starving fan fic writer in the only currency we get. I felt like this chapter was getting long and I mostly wanted to show some character development and flesh out some plot points.

Next Time on The Worlds Smartest: We might actually get to the full moon this time lol! (sorries again)