A/N: Hi it's going to be harder than I imagined to post. I won't give up but when there is someone that you live with who hates when you write fanfictions its hard. It's like writing in secretly and feels totally blown out of proportion. Chapters will be coming out much much slower.I now have a full time job on top of it, so if you want to give up I won't blame you. I will continue to try to write but don't expect much. I'm sorry. I love this story. I think about it all the time, but I'm ashamed sometimes. Especially when my SO makes fun of it. It's just not the same...

I hope you enjoy though, sorry for another short chapter. There's a lot more that I wrote but I feel like I need to leave a gap so when I come back to it - I'm not completely lost. Thanks again for the support.

-Bliss

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Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. This story was inspired by DBZ Multiverse. I don't own that either.

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Previously:

To think at first she was deprived of her husband but now her son was added into the bargain sale as well...All because of this man, this fucking bastard. He would pay, the dragon balls would make damn sure of it.

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Chapter 10: Confusion

Vegetto –

It was the name of a man whom Bulma Briefs had come to accept.

Well –

Not so much anymore...

Especially not after he had blasted their son into oblivion!

Bulma growled fists curling angrily as if she resembled a tea pot ready to explode.

There was only one lingering thought in her mind.

Kill him. Her mind echoed in equal distaste for the Saiyan before her.

As if. Bulma countered the pulsating pain in her fingertips still evident.

There was just no way that she could pull off such a feat. Her body was just too damn weak and the fact that she could hear Vegeta's laughter ringing in the back of her mind wasn't helping.

Completely outclassed -

But even then Vegetto was practically driving her off the edge and as each minute passed Bulma regretted ever wanting to come to such a planet. To think she was so easily pursued by Trunks when she had always been the so called, "bitch," when it came to adventures. A trait maybe Chichi could admire. Bulma scoffed.

There was no turning back now. She hadn't hadn't gotten around to building that fancy time machine just yet. A mistake Bulma might consider correcting once she was back on Earth. No, right now she would have to deal with the problem that was standing right in front of her.

Vegetto, the man who had killed her baby boy.

"Liar." Bulma grit out slowly finding her voice as her thoughts broke away. Her fists found their way to his chest. She could hear her voice escalating in chants from then on, everything going numb as she continued to hit him with all her built up frustration. If only she had never come to this damned planet. Her son would still be alive.

Why? Her brain crocked out painfully, why did I trust him? She was just so confused. Hysteria almost taking its form over the poor woman. Yet Bulma managed to pull away, reeling her brain towards the location where her son's body came crashing down.

Bulma slowly made her way towards where she thought he might have been mangled, and torn apart by his idiot father. Bulma however didn't even manage to get very far as her son's assailant caught her in his web again, pulling her close in a hugging gesture which she desperately wanted to fight off.

"He's not dead." Vegetto announced as to halt her actions of attempting to break free from his grasp. Bulma paused, mouth opening from uncertainty.

Liar! Her brain cried as she re-played the scene that just unveiled itself before her eyes. A brilliant golden glow and then her son being ping-ponged into his deathbed. It couldn't be true!

"Bulma," Vegetto interjected as if sensing her thoughts, "Don't think for a moment that you are actually capable of following my movements." He told her with irritation ringing in his voice. "Don't act stupid, I dropped Super Saiyan before I even reached Trunks."

Bulma blinked at his words, half gritting at his mocking tone, and half thankful for his words. She didn't know what to believe but one thing was for sure. She wasn't buying it.

"I know what I saw." She spat out, "And I half wonder if you killed Trunks to prevent us from wishing you away!" The bluenette yelled accusingly as she crossed her arms over her chest fuming.

Bulma knew she was speaking out of line and being a total bitch at the same time but it was the only way she could handle such a situation. After all she was dealing with a whole new person and she wasn't about to give him the pardoning slip just because he had a little bit of Goku and Vegeta in there. She needed to find her own place of understanding with the guy.

Vegetto simply shrugged.

"I already told you I was only trying to scare him." Bulma whipped her head up towards him meeting his musing orbs with her annoyed ones.

"Scaring doesn't mean kill-"

"Trunk's merely got hit by the backlash of my Ki. I doubt he's unconscious -" Vegetto paused, using his left arm to scratch the back of his head while his right hand continued to hold Bulma in place. "Maybe just bleeding slightly and perhaps a few broken bones here and there..." He trailed off sweating slightly as Bulma eyes narrowed into slits. The Saiyan simply gave an awkward laugh lifting his left hand into a pointing gesture. "But hey, look on the bright side – at least he didn't die right?"

Bulma at this point simply rolled her eyes. She should have been able to accept this but something inside was still torn up. Bulma frowned, placing a hand over her heart and closed her eyes. So this must be what it was like to be in Chi-chi's shoes. The poor woman was always worried about her sons' well being. Especially wondering if they would come back home from the upcoming battles alive under the care of an idiotic man.

No wonder she's so pissed all the time. Bulma mused.

"Who?" Vegetto questioned and Bulma wondered if she should try to jab him in the stomach every time he peered into her thoughts without her permission.

"Who do you think?" Bulma questioned, snapping her eyes open with irritation ringing in her voice. "I can't really imagine any other women besides you-know-who to get caught into your web of misfortune."

"Web of what?"

This caused Bulma to growl. Before he could say anything else, Bulma simply chose to ignore him as she knew he was putting up a front. She wasn't called a genius for nothing. No one – not even Vegetto – could match Goku's nonsensical banter.

I wish I still had my heels on. Bulma nodded in agreement – yes – if only she was still wearing heels. They would certainly have come in handy. Even now she could have been slamming them down on this idiot's foot.

If only she hadn't made dates with dinosaurs earlier.

"You told me," She began, ignoring the fact that Vegetto was now resting his head on top of hers as some sort of romantic peace-offering that she was clearly not interested of being apart in. "That you weren't going to hurt him. After all you always claim to be some kind of, "new person," she emphasized in a mocking tone. "Someone I can trust to not be as barbaric like Vegeta when it comes to fighting but I guess that was a lie too right?"

"Bulma-"

"Gosh, you really are unbearable Vegetto! You do realize that Trunks was just in a rejuvenation chamber and now that's out of our reach! So tell me, do you expect me to carry our battered son through this journey or are you willing to take the honors?" In that moment she felt Vegetto loosen his grasp on her. Bulma didn't know why, but this momentum allowed her to slip away. She turned once she was a few feet away to see Vegetto looking down at his hands. He was opening them and then closing them in some sort of trance. Bulma shook her head, placing her hands on her hip. "Vegetto-"

"I was just so aggravated." He muttered, somewhat surprising her. In truth Bulma was expecting that wave of backlash that Vegeta was always famous for. "Trunks keeps disobeying me Bulma. He shouldn't, after all I'm supposed to be his father right? But It's clear that I'm not."

"You are." Bulma cut in and he clenched his hands while looking up at her with blazing eyes and she swallowed nervously.

"I'm not." He corrected. "Trunk's is Vegeta's child not mine." And before Bulma could even open her mouth, Vegetto interjected. "It's really annoying because if Trunk's was indeed my son he would have listened. Yet he disobeyed me like a spoiled little brat. Something a child of mine would never do."

By this point Bulma was in a fit of laughter. She couldn't believe her ears – well she could – this was something that she had once falsely proclaimed to everyone. If it were her child – they wouldn't rebel.

Ha, fat chance. Bulma saw the Saiyan before her growl and she waved him off while trying to control herself from another wave of giggles. "Children aren't easy to control Vegetto. Even if we had a child born from us – don't get any ideas," She gritted, as she watched himself grin a bit, "They still wouldn't listen to you. Besides Trunks is at that age. He's starting to rebel and one day soon, soon, I'll have to worry about those girlfriends he might bring home." Bulma rolled her eyes, if it was anything like Krillin's ex girlfriend, Marron, she'd gut herself.

Vegetto was silent from then on and Bulma realized it was probably because of some inner war that Vegeta always struggled with. Something that wasn't in her control but at least she would always try to interfere.

At least I know the truth. Her brain whispered causing Bulma to nod. Now she had an idea of why Vegetto felt like Trunk's wasn't his child. It was a silly issue but partially correct. Vegeta was the father, and while Vegeta was essentially part of Vegetto, it still didn't mean that he poked her. Bulma blushed deeply, she would have remembered it, if he did.

Bulma shook off the blush and twiddling fingers, she was an adult for goodness sake! "Look," Bulma began, pushing down any form of burning thoughts deep into her consciousness. I know we both have our issues," Heat practically buzzing off her body but she prayed Vegetto didn't notice. "But could we just go get Trunks now. I mean- honestly we are pretty terrible parents as it is and to just leave him there, staring up at the sky, I don't know how I feel about that."

"Gives him time to cool off." Vegetto joked snapping out of his current state and earning a dark glare as well. "Alright, alright," He told her waving down her steam mistaking it for pure bitchiness. "Give me your hand."

By now Bulma's right brow was twitching but she managed to compose herself after all if she didn't then the two of them would be at each others' throats and nothing would ever get done. As she complied the two of them were whisked away within seconds to where there was a huge hole in the ground. Sure enough in the distance Bulma could see barely the place where they were just arguing moments ago. Bulma muttered a thanks and then was lead by Vegetto slowly down the hole to where she would eventually find her son.

Only trying to scare him. Bulma's mind sarcastically echoed as they descended and Vegetto's chuckles behind. When they reached the end of the tunnel, Bulma's eyes widened.

"Where?" Bulma mouthed while releasing Vegetto's hand. "Where is Trunks?" Her right hand pointing at the empty spot below. It had signs of blood but there was no evidence that Trunks had crawled out on his own. He was just gone – gone! Her troubled orbs shot to Vegetto in question and to her surprise it actually looked like he was second guessing himself. The surprise causing her own heart to sting from pain. "Vegetto?" Bulma questioned in a soft tone, "I thought you said you had powered down?" It was her turn to see the elder Saiyan clench his hands, a growl escaping his lips.

"Someone must have taken him." He sneered out, eye's becoming slits even as far as threatening to even become a golden glint.

Taken him?! It didn't make any sense for surely Vegetto would have sensed an evil force come and snatch their son away unless could it mean that the enemy that had taken their son was even beyond Vegetto's ability? Her eyes widened in horror at the possibility. Another Freeza-like individual?! Her mind screamed as replaying the trauma she endured back on Old Namek.

The crumbling ground, red skies, and flashing lightning sounding off like a thunderous bomb in the distance. Bulma took a heavy breath trying to shake away the shivers running down her spine but the floor underneath her gave away. Bulma attempted to scream, but Vegetto's quick movement's caught her and as their eyes met, the breath from her became sucked away. He was on the verge of turning into his Super Saiyan form. Just being in his arms - the hairs on her arms felt as they were sticking up, goosebumps covering over her body.

Before she could muster a word, the world around her changed and it seemed that Vegetto had moved them to another location, but just how far were they now? Her questions ignored by Vegetto as he suddenly released her making her fall to the ground with a thud. Bulma wanted to turn and growl at him, asking him what the hell his problem was, but upon gazing at him again, her mouth buttoned shut.

He had transformed.

"Found you." Vegetto snarled causing Bulma to jump at his sudden change in tone. Hands shaking she managed to peel away from the ticking time bomb as she crawled to a nearby rock. While Bulma had no idea of whom Vegetto was speaking to down those musky halls or what was about to transpire down in this hell hole, she did know for certain that they had to be underground.

At least 2,000 meters down demonstrated by just how much the ceiling to this place was no where in plain sight. Bulma felt a drip of sweat roll down her face as she scanned the area. Shadows lurking about in each direction, some big, some small, but Vegetto gave off such a deadly vibe that freaked her so much she jumped back up on her feet afraid he might turn his gaze on her at any moment.

The bluenette retreated against the wall hoping for comfort but twitched away in disgust at the slimy-wet texture behind her. Bulma quickly shook it off almost readily willing to return to Vegetto's side but in sudden realization she froze. Within seconds Bulma's eyes were back on the wall and her hands sliding against the new found concern welling up inside her. Just beyond this wall – a hidden waterway.

Bulma sputtered.

If any sort of ki blasts were fired then this whole room would be swallowed. Bulma's head spun, mouth opening to protest but she was silenced by a single voice.

"Please," It urged. "Please," It continued as the unknown owner's voice finally made it's appearance known. This certain individual stepped out of the darkness just before Vegetto revealing himself to be somewhat pudgy but adult-like Namekian. "Please calm down – we mean no harm."

While Vegetto made no movement of compliance, Bulma on the other hand finally found herself reveling in the turn of events. She was practically jumping in glee.

Finally friendly people!

If only Vegetto could share the same sentiment...

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TBC