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-Do I really need to add this anymore?-

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He knew something was up.

He could feel her emotions now, the whirling, constantly fluctuating state that she stayed in these days was driving him insane.

It started out faintly, and hadn't become that strong, but it was enough to make him take notice.

Panic was starting to set in a little. If he could feel her emotions, then they had already started to bond.

He thought back to what Vegeta had told him, and didn't understand. He thought that it was only sex that was considered bonding, and they hadn't done…that. They had …well, he wasn't sure what to call it, but it wasn't sex.

Or, he didn't think it was, anyways.

She was getting restless. Every time they were near one another he felt it, bubbling up inside of her. She wanted him, so much so that it was starting to hurt, and that scared him.

How was he going to explain this to her? Or Vegeta, for that matter?

He was sure it wouldn't go over well.

"Oh, hey Vegeta? Yeah, me and your daughter that you forbade from being with me, well, we kinda fooled around that night she got drunk and I think we started a bond! Just wanted to give you a heads up!'

Yeah…

No, he didn't see the older Saiyan taking that very well…

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Willow dodged, letting Trunks smash into the wall behind her. She kicked him in the side, sending him to the floor with a thud.

Laughing at her victory, it was to be short lived, as Trunks was back on his feet and knocking her around the Gravity Room like a pinball.

"I give!" she panted, as he grabbed her by her left foot, ready to throw her into the wall. He still slung her across the room, but not as hard as he first intended, making her groan when she hit the metal floor. She lay back on the cool surface when she landed, panting hard.

"Cheater!" she snarled, wiping the sweat from her eyes.

Trunks walked over and offered his hand to her, helping her stand.

"You're just mad you got your ass kicked!" he snickered, making her growl.

"I don't know what's wrong with me today! I can usually keep up with you better!" she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as they made their way out of the GR.

Trunks clapped her on the back, giving her a sympathetic smile. He had noticed it as well. She had been improving slowly since she arrived, what with Vegeta making her train to keep her away from Goku and her own need to become better.

But today, it was like when she first came here. She had no power, weak hits and no concentration. It wasn't all the time, but it was getting more frequent when they fought, with today being the worst.

"Maybe you just need to take a break for a while, sis… give your body sometime to…. Adjust?" he threw out there, making her snort.

"Adjust from what? Watching you and Goten flirt every day?" she snipped, doubling over with laughter as he growled, shoving her away from him.

Once she sobered up, she sighed, looking up at him, her brow creased with worry.

"I'm really starting to get worried about it, Trunks." She told him, shaking her head.

"I would tell dad, but his solution to everything is more training, and it seems the more I train, the worse it gets!" she groused. She rubbed her chest, wincing slightly.

"That's new..." she groaned, leaning over and propping a hand on her knee.

"What's wrong?"

She sighed, straightening back up and stretching slightly.

"Just got a really weird pain in my chest….. Maybe I'm over doing it?" she mumbled. Trunks watched her with growing concern, wondering what to do.

"Let Mom look you over, Will." He said, making her roll her eyes. "It would make me feel better…" he said, cutting off her retort.

She gave another sigh and nodded. "Fine…." She muttered, letting him lead the way back into the house.

…

Bulma had been watching her new daughter for a while. She watched as her eyes always found Goku, almost unconsciously watching him. She also saw Goku doing the same.

She didn't understand Goku's idiotic decision to wait and get Vegeta's blessing! It was obvious they cared deeply for one another.

She sat at the kitchen table, cup of coffee before her, as Vegeta sat across from her, reading the paper. The sight always brought a smile to her face; it was one of the more human things the man did.

She knew it was a sore topic to bring up, but it was getting ridiculous. She had to say something.

"Vegeta?"

He raised a brow, but never looked away from the paper.

Huffing, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

"When are you going to get over yourself and give Goku your blessing?"

She saw his brow twitch and the paper shook a bit.

"When I'm damn well ready, woman!" he growled.

"I wish Goku would just get his head out of his ass and do something already!" she groused, "Willow should give him an ultimatum!"

"Okara knows better than to proceed without my say so!"

"But she's an adult, Vegeta! You can't keep treating her like a child!"

He finally looked up, glaring at her over his newspaper.

"I refuse to let her throw herself at Kakarott! She needs to take time! She doesn't have to bond with him as soon as she can!" he yelled, ripping the paper in half. He looked down at it, letting out a shaky breath.

"A bond is forming between them and you know it, Vegeta! You told me yourself how painful it is to be away from someone you form that with!" she told him, glaring his way. "Remember how it was when you started staying with me? Remember how we HAD to be around each other? How we HAD to -?"

"I will not lose her to him just when I got her back! I don't care what either of them think!" He snarled, talking over her, and getting up. He looked at Bulma, his pleading eyes betraying his sneering face.

"Just let me have my daughter for a while. After that, she can go and be with Kakarott if that's what she wants." He snapped before he left the room.

Bulma sighed, getting up and dumping her now cold coffee down the sink, leaning against the counter.

"The thing is, I don't think that your daughter will want you or Goku when you two are done being so stupid," she whispered in to the empty room.

The back door opened, revealing two of her children, both sweaty and grinning like crazy.

"You two are as bad as Vegeta!" she laughed, making Trunks blush.

"Mom, could you give Will a checkup?" he asked, grabbing said girl by the arm as she tried to sneak out of the room.

Bulma looked over her with concern, laying the back of her hand over her forehead.

"What's up? Are you not feeling well?"

Willow huffed, glaring up at her brother, who gave her an innocent grin.

"I'm getting weaker as I train. Today was horrible; I was as weak as I was when I first started. And then…. I got this weird pain in my chest as we were walking back to the house…" she explained.

Bulma grabbed her arm and pulled her along, heading for her lab.

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"Where did the pain start at, Willow?"

Bulma had her inside of a large machine that made her think of a CT scanner form back home. She stared up at the white curved ceiling of the machine, taking a deep breath.

"Uh, right about here," she said, pointing at the center of her chest, a little towards the left. Bulma watched her from the screen that was attached to the side of the large pod, pinpointing the scanner to where she indicated.

It worried her that it was where her heart was located, but the scans came back normal. She was in perfect health.

Bulma glared at the monitor. Her instincts were telling her that something was wrong, but she couldn't find it.

She pressed the button next to the monitor, letting Willow slide out on the platform.

She watched her get up and stretch, worry still etched on her face. There had to be something –

"Willow?"

The girl looked at her. "Yeah?"

"Have you and Goku…?"

Willow blushed, shaking her head.

"No…. He – he still insists on waiting for Dad to give him the green light, so nothing more than kissing."

Bulma frowned. The more she thought about it, the more it sounded like that the girl was experiencing bonding withdrawals. The pains, lack of strength and concentration, and the erratic energy…

"I think you need to ask Goku, Willow… Somethings not adding up here…."

…

She spied him sitting out in the garden, tiptoeing out the back door and creeping up on him.

Or trying to.

He waited until she was right behind him before turning and grabbing her waist, pulling her into his lap, making her screech.

"Dammit! Can't you at least pretend to be surprised?" she demanded, goosing his side and making him almost drop her as he laughed.

He gave her a sheepish grin, pulling her tight against his chest.

"Fine, next time you try to sneak up on me, I'll pretend I don't feel you, or see you, alright?"

He kissed her cheek, making her chuckle lightly.

"You make it sound like I'm loud and clumsy!"

He grinned again, making her huff.

"Ass."

"Okay!"

He pinched her backside, making her jump.

"Goku!"

He laughed nervously, blushing a little.

"Sorry! I thought –"

She kissed him, cutting him off.

"Listen, I need to ask you something, alright?" she told him once she broke away. He sat up a little straighter at her tone, his laughter fading.

"Well, I was training today with Trunks and as we were leaving the Gravity Room, I got this weird pain in my chest and he made me let Bulma check me over. She didn't find anything wrong with me, but she told me that I should ask you…." She said, her brows furrowing.

His breath sped up a little as he took in her words.

"W-why d-did Bulma say to a-ask me?" he stuttered out.

Willow shrugged.

"She asked if we had – if we had went beyond k-kissing," she blushed, ducking her head," so I guess she was worried that maybe we had started to bond or something…"

Goku nudged her out of his lap. He stood up, fidgeting nervously.

"Of course we d-didn't! I wouldn't do something like that without Vegeta -!"

Willow glared up at him, and made to move away when he grabbed her hand.

"Then just ask him already!" she snapped, feeling that pain zap through her once more. She concentrated, feeling it run up from the hand that he was holding, and going up to her chest. He sighed, pulling away from her, making her gasp as more pain cut through her.

"What the hell's going on, Goku?" she asked, feeling it intensify as he moved away.

He blushed, averting his eyes. He had been dreading this… How was he supposed to tell her that he had taken advantage of her?

"I – that night you were – do you remember what happened when you came into my room drunk?" he finally got out, peeking at her expression.

It was blank at first as she tried to recall that night.

The memories were fuzzy, but the more she concentrated, the more –

She blushed, her eyes widening.

"I think that – we may have - umm…" he tried to tell her, but he felt like he had betrayed her. She obviously hadn't remembered what happened that night, and they had done those things without her consent.

"What Goku? We may have what?"

He chuckled nervously, hand going to his hair as he fidgeted.

"I – I'm not sure…." He admitted, "I was going to ask Vegeta, but I – He's going to be mad…"

Willow glared at him, feeling anger building inside of her.

She knew what was going on now…

They had already started forming a bond –

And yet he STILL refused...

"You know what? Fuck you Goku!" she snapped, making him gape at her.

"What?"

"You heard me! Your still trying to deny what's going on here!" she hissed, her hand going to her chest as she glared up at him.

He reached out, his hands going to her shoulders, but she shook her head.

"I'm DONE!" she screeched, slapping his hands away, backing up.

"I refuse to set here and wait for you to get your head out of your ass! IF you truly cared for me, then you would do something about it! But no, all you care about is my father liking and accepting you! Get over your damn self already! Not everyone is going to like you, Dad included!" she screamed at him, making him wince.

"I mean it, Goku. You don't want me? I'll find someone that does." She growled out, taking off into the house.

Goku let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. It hurt hearing her talk to him like that, but he –

He sat down on the grass, head falling into his hands as he leaned against one of the trees that lined the area.

He knew he was going to have to just come out and ask Vegeta, but he knew that the older man would likely use it against him. Vegeta would dangle the prospect over his head, using it to make himself feel better. It was one of the reasons he hadn't said anything yet.

But it was going to have to be soon. He was dreading the day Vegeta found out that they had already started to bond. The other Saiyan would use that as a reason to keep them apart…

He wished that he had asked more about bonding. He didn't dare ask now; Vegeta would know who he was asking for and it would cause more problems.

He sighed, feeling the emotions welling inside of him from Willow. He hoped that when the time came, she would forgive him for being so traditional.

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She refused to set around and cry.

Going to Bulla, she let the girl dress her for a night of clubbing. She fought her instincts as she presented Willow with a tiny micro skirt and a skimpy top, but the thought of Goku made her grab the outfit and squeeze into it.

With nowhere to hide her tail, she left it out, earning a giggle from the younger girl.

"They'll just think it's part of your look!" she chirped, making her sister snort.

Bulla fixed her hair and make-up, spritzing her with a flowery perfume as a final touch.

Not even glancing in the mirror, she gave the younger girl a hug, dashing down the stairs.

Vegeta looked up, spitting his coffee all over the table at the sight of her.

"WHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU GOING LOOKING LIKE THAT!" he roared.

Willow waved at him over her shoulder, skidding out the door at top speed.

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"KAKAROTT!"

Goku looked up from his lap. He was still out in the garden, setting against one of the cherry blossom trees that bordered the property.

Vegeta came stomping towards him, his Ki snapping around him.

"Vegeta –?"

"GET OFF YOUR ASS AND GO FIND OKARA!" he bellowed, making the younger Saiyan yelp.

"What hap-"

"She left out of here dressed like a harlot! I don't know what you did to her, Kakarott, but so help me…! This is why I don't want her with you, dammit!" he snarled.

Goku glared at him, but said nothing as he stood up. He concentrated, feeling for her energy…

He found his connection with her first.

If he could pick her up that quick –

"I found her, Vegeta... I'll – I'll bring her home…" he said, taking off into the sky, leaving the older Saiyan to glare at his disappearing form.

"I can't feel her! How the hell did he find her? Dammit Kakarott, what have you done to my daughter!" Vegeta raged, having a feeling of what was going on, but not wanting to admit it.

They couldn't have gotten this far…. Not yet….

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Goku took off, following the feel of her.

He flew through the city, feeling her body getting closer and closer. He dove down in an alley behind the Ai No Jumon Club, his heart thumping madly in his chest. If she was here, it only meant…

He pushed his way past the people that had lined up outside, their protests dying as he glared at them.

Looking through the large, plate-glass window in front, he spotted her, standing near the bar.

Using Instant Transmission to get inside, he hid behind a half wall that surrounded the bar, hoping to stay out of sight. He felt like grabbing her and -

Her clothes were what had him the angriest.

Her body was almost completely on display. Her skirt was already riding up, showing the black lace underwear she had on and her top left little to the imagination.

Everything in him was demanding he grab her and go, to take her home and punish her – to do something other than stand here and watch her!

He took a calming breath, closing his eyes and reining his temper in the best he could. She moved away, going to the edge of the dance floor, smiling sadly around at everyone out there, her heeled shoe tapping along with the music.

A girl with pink hair and a nose ring walked up to her, smiling as she talked. She grabbed her hand, pulling her out on to the floor with her. Goku crept closer, watching her laugh at something the girl said. He didn't mind this… other than the clothes, that is, but she just seemed to be having a good time.

As he continued to spy on her, he spotted a guy leering at her, his eyes watching her dance. Goku's eyes narrowed as he walked over, coming up behind her and grinding against her. She laughed and moved away, shaking her head and putting some space in between them, but he grabbed her pulling her to him even harder.

Goku saw red.

He pushed through the crowd of bodies, knocking more than a few off their feet, and grabbed the guy by his arm, making him yelp in pain.

"She doesn't want to dance with you." He snarled, throwing him bodily at the bar. He landed in a heap, and everyone around them began screaming and backing up, trying to get away from him. He turned back to Willow, glaring at her.

"Let's go! Now!"

He reached out and took her hand, but she jerked it back, shaking her head vehemently.

"Stay the hell away from me Goku! I mean it!" she glowered, turning her back on him.

He growled, grabbing her arm, making her cry out as he pulled her from the crowd, all of them giving him a wide berth as they passed. Once outside, he pulled her up against him, taking on into the sky just as sirens could be heard around the corner.

She fought against him for a moment before giving up and going limp, making him almost drop her.

"Stop being difficult!" he grunted, trying to get a better grip on her.

She ignored him, staying dead weight, until he finally landed. Once she was on her feet she took off, running and taking off into the air a little ways away. He growled and took off after her.

"Leave me alone you asshole!" she screamed behind her. He caught up with her, grabbing her around the waist. They hovered in the air, glaring at one another for a minute before she slapped him, making his eyes widen in surprise.

"You don't want me! I'm not setting around waiting on you to get your head out of your ass Goku! I'm tired of th-!"

He cut her off, kissing her violently.

They clung to each other in the air, hands twisted in hair and cloth. He lowered them slowly, never letting go of her.

They broke apart for air, gasping and panting. She looked up at him, her eyes full of tears.

"Why do I have to love you?" she cried, shaking her head. "You don't care enough about me to fix this!"

"I do love you! I just -!"

"Why do make me feel like this?" she yelled, cutting him off before raining her fist down on to his chest. He stood there and let her, until she finally stopped, falling to her knees and burying her face in her hands, crying even harder. He sat in front of her, pulling her hands away from her face.

"Please don't," he whispered brokenly, tears falling freely.

She leapt at him, knocking him backwards onto the grass, kissing him fiercely. They rolled around until he was on top of her, fitting himself between her legs. She arched and moaned as his hardness pressed against her center.

He broke away, looking down at her with a ravenous expression.

"Goku..." she whimpered.

He blinked, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in a defeated voice. He laid his head against hers, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Just get off me and leave me alone." She said, her voice shaking and thick with tears. "I can't do this anymore Goku… It hurts..." she cried. He moved to let her up, holding out a hand for her when he stood.

"I'm going back home. Don't look for me, don't talk to me…. I'm done with this." She cried, wiping her eyes and taking off into the air, leaving him standing there, defeated.

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Trunks saw her land in the front lawn and he went out to let her know that Vegeta was going on a rampage. His eyes went wide as he heard her sobbing, and he hurried across the grass to her.

"Will?"

She looked up at him, mascara smeared down her face as tears continued to fall.

"Trunks!" she threw her arms around his shoulders, sobbing loudly. He hugged her awkwardly, feeling his anger spike.

"What did he do?"

She sniffled pitifully, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, covering them in black gunk.

"He – hic – he's acting –hic- like – like ..." she tried, sobbing harder.

"What?"

"We've started bonding!" she cried out, letting go to look up at him. "

"How?"

She sniffled, trying to catch her breath.

"That- That night you, me, and Goten got drunk I – I went to his room and we ... we fooled around." She said, blushing. "It started a bond and he – he acts like its nothing, Trunks! He -!"

She gasped, grabbing her chest, her breath wheezing out sharply.

"Trun-"her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost consciousness.

He grabbed her as she collapsed, her breathing ragged and heavy.

"Mom!" he exclaimed, pulling his sister up into his arms and carrying into the house, heading for Bulma's lab.

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