Chapter 4:: Train

Bulma was back in the BR. Level 2 had mastered it with no cuts. It took her three days to finally block everything but she had managed. She felt accomplished and it was a great feeling. Bumping up the intensity, she started on level 3. It was a club with spikes this time. Bulma blocked a few before one was viscously slammed into her back. A scream wanted to come out but she refused to. Swallowing the scream, she kicked the bot and grabbed the club. She began bashing bots with clubs as her back dripped its precious life source onto the ground drip by drip. As she hit the bots, she could feel her anger begin. That man had taken far too much from her and she wanted it back. With every hit, she could feel some pain and rage leave her. No one had the right to do that to her. She was a woman and she would be respected. A bot came and swung at her head. Bulma grabbed it with her bare hand before glaring at the bot. Its red eyes mocked her. Swigging the club around with her other hand, she knocked its head off before clutching the club tightly, she bashed everything in sight till the timer went out. Her breathing came out heavy as she looked at the bloody floor. Her blood and some robot pieces littered the ground in patterns. A small smile came to her face as she undressed.

"I think Vegeta deserves a kiss for this." She spoke out loud.

Bulma headed toward the healing tank before turning on Invincible by Adelitas Way. She bobbed her head as she put on the oxygen mask and slipped into the healing tank. Her eyes closed in sleep as she thought about kissing Vegeta. Surprisingly, it didn't make her want to run away or hide. She really wanted to kiss him.

-An hour later-

Vegeta was just emerging from the GR only to watch his mate come out the glass with a small smile on her face. He had expected her to keep walking past with her head down but she walked up to him. He stared at her quizzically as she smiled slyly. Her hand touched his sweaty face gently before her lips touched his forehead, his nose, both his cheeks, and finally his lips in a searing passionate kiss. Black charcoal eyes raised in surprise minutely before he kissed her back. He would take all she was ready to give. When her dull teeth nibbled on his lip, he pulled her closer. She stiffened for a second before she slightly relaxed. Her lips pulled away from his and she smiled at him again.

"I love you Vegeta." She said as she turned and walked away.

Vegeta stood there dumbly for a moment before touching his lips. God, she tasted like heaven.

(Skip)

After checking on her son, she decided to call Goku. Vegeta was in the GR so she wouldn't have to worry about him interrupting the conversation. Soon as Bulma put the phone down, Goku appeared with his silly smile.

"Hey Bulma. I'm glad you're alright." He said embracing her tightly.

Bulma winced as her back felt the full effect of his strength. As he put her down, she smiled softly before catching her breath. "Goku, I need to talk to you." she said sitting in one of her favorite chairs.

Goku nodded before sitting next to her, in the chair that looked like hers.

Bulma took a deep breath.

"I was attacked by a stranger a couple of weeks ago. He raped me and cut me up pretty bad." She bit her lip. "All I could think about was how much Vegeta would hate me if he ever found out. All I can remember watching my blood stain the snow but not the knife cutting my skin." She sighed. "He said he would see me later and I believe he can find me again. So I have been training."

"I'm so sorry Bulma" He paused. "I think you should tell Vegeta. That is pretty serious but I'm glad you told me. I was really worried you would do something to yourself." He said taking her hand in his calloused one.

"I know and I will but I don't want him to hate me. Vegeta is my world. I did consider self-harm but it wouldn't do anything for the rest of you. Then Vegeta really would hate me." She whispered.

Goku was fully aware that Vegeta was standing behind the corner listening but he wouldn't tell her. This was between them. Although he was silly, he knew when to be serious. Vegeta would take care of his strong friend. They deserved each other. Smiling to himself, he stood and stretched.

"Well Bulma, if you need me you know where to find me. See you later. Chi-Chi's cooking!" He said as he disappeared.

Bulma smiled at his disappearing form. He was too hungry for his own good. Her eyes closed in thought before she drifted off to sleep. Training was tiring her out.

Vegeta waited a moment before coming from around the corner. Her soft breathing filled his ears as he walked toward her sleeping figure. Picking her up, he carried her up to their room and laid her on the bed. His lips found her forehead as he tucked her in. He loved this woman with every fiber in his being and it killed him to know that someone had harmed his mate in spite. She had even considered self-harm. That didn't sit well with him.

(Skip)

Today it was level 4 Bots. They swung at her sides and she could feel her ribs crack slightly but she would learn to block them. One bat at a time was she blocking and dodging. She looked graceful as she moved about in a dance like way. A small smile came to her face as she moved. Left, right, hand up, arm out. The process repeated till the timer went out. Bulma dropped onto the ground with a silly smile. She felt stronger and it was an amazing feeling. Now she knew why Vegeta trained so hard. This feeling of power was something she liked. Getting up, she undressed and got into the healing tank with a soft violin melody.

...

Bulma sat in Trunks's room reading him a book. They were sitting in a rocking chair and Trunks was asleep from the story. She just sat there rocking him gently. He was curled up in her chest and it was peaceful. Bulma was humming softly when Vegeta appeared at the doorway. He watched them briefly before entering in and taking Trunks away. Gently, he laid him in his bed before grabbing her hand. Pulling her close, he just held her there. His arms wrapped around her waist gently. He allowed his chin to rest on her shoulder as he took in her scent. Bulma just stood there for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck and laying her head on his shoulder.

"You have been training woman." He stated softly.

"Mmhm." She responded.

"Good. Trunks needs a physically strong mother. Once he turns ten, he'll be everywhere." Vegeta smiled.

"Is that so?" Bulma whispered half amused.

"When do you plan on going back to work?" He asked holding her tightly. That was still a touchy subject but Vegeta was not known for sugarcoating things.

Bulma was silent for a moment. "I don't know. Sometime soon."

Vegeta sighed.

They remained like that for a while. Vegeta who was not one for affections stood there and held his abused mate tightly. She needed him. And hopefully, soon enough she would be able to tell him herself what had happened that night. She was his mate and he would take care of her like he was supposed to. If it meant ending one of these worthless human's lives, then he would. No one had the right to touch his mate like that.

(Skip)

Bulma was out getting the mail at the mailbox. A strange letter sat in the midst of the bills. Entering her home, she sat the bills down and opened the letter. A mysterious message was written for her. Taking out the photos of her son, she nearly teared up at the things the pictures had. Reading the letter, she nearly threw up in her mouth. A tear slipped down her cheek before she heard the door open. In walked her husband. She looked at him briefly before throwing herself into his arms.

The letter said: 'Bulma, how have you been? I know you're still alive and I've been watching you. Your little boy is so much like you. He probably feels like you too. Soft skin with fiery eyes. I'm coming for you again. And this time I'm never letting you go. You belong to me. I'll give you my seed to raise. Be ready Mrs. Briefs. Your time is short. Love you.'