It's been forever and I'm very very sorry! Life is crazy...but you don't care about my excuses you just want to read the story. So off you go! Enjoy! Read and Review please. I'm going to try and update closer together. Maybe in two weeks or so. School hasn't been as crazy as of late so that's a plus!

Warning, rated M for a reason. Don't like, don't read.

Bulma was trying her very hardest to get ahold of her daughter back on their home planet. But every time she tried to connect no one would answer. She hacked into the main generator and turned the monitor on, but there wasn't anyone in the secret bunker anymore. If she tried to telepathically connect to either one of her kids she knew that the enemy could pick up on those waves. She was coming to the breaking point of her stresses. She needed to contact someone to make sure they were all safe. Her mother and father. Her son and daughter. Her best friend and her sons. She felt her energy, and anxiety, spike and as a result her hair flickered between her normal cool blue to a powerful blonde as she thought about her family and friends. If anything had happened to any of them she was going to personally make sure whoever was responsible never saw anything happy ever again. Death was too merciful. She would make sure their punishment was much more severe.

She bit her lip and thought about the consequences of telepathically talking to her family. The enemy might not even be looking for those particular waves. They might not even know she did it….Right as she was about to contact her kids her concentration was broken by the sound of laughter.

She was a little confused.

Laughter wasn't something very common on their ship anymore, and especially not from who she just heard it from. She ran to the hallway outside her lab and was so shocked by the sight that she had to look twice.

Tarble and Vegeta were standing outside the training room, both covered in sweat and their uniforms badly damaged, and they were shaking hands, laughing. Vegeta had that look in his eyes that he sometimes gave her when he was feeling sentimental. She'd only ever seen him look at her and their kids like that. She felt his emotions come crashing through her mind and had to lean against the wall for support. She'd never felt this from him before. It was relief and happiness, his disappointment and hatred all but gone for the brother he hadn't trusted at all since his return. Bulma was so confused by this and all these raw emotions that she fell to her knees with a slight gasp, causing both brothers to turn and go to her.

"Bulma!" Tarble exclaimed worriedly as he ran towards her

Vegeta was at her side in an instant and knelt next to her quickly. He put a hand gently on her cheek and softly kissed her head, knowing exactly what was wrong.

"Vegeta... what's going on?" she asked him in a slightly out of breath voice. Her head hurt, but she figured it was all this stress finally catching up to her. She was just wondering why it didn't take them years and years to make up like it took her to make up with her girlfriends.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" he asked quietly with a raised eyebrow, keeping a hand resting on her cheek.

"Didn't you want me to make up with my brother? Tarble and I were just sparing like when we were younger. I was winning and beating the hell out of him as usual. And he completely freaked out and showed strength I never knew he had. It shocked me. And I finally asked him what happened, and why he was banished and even though it hurts my pride to think I was even a little bit wrong…Tarble hasn't done anything to deserve my hatred except perhaps liking you far more than he should. But we talked that out with our fists," Vegeta smirked at her, a lightness settling in underneath his usually dark eyes.

"I did want you to make up, but I didn't think you'd actually listen to me," she muttered under her breath. Vegeta looked up at Tarble who smiled at his older brother very happy about the fact that even though he didn't trust him completely he was willing to make amends. Tarble credited the stressful situation for that opportunity, because this wouldn't have happened if everything was fine back at home.

Bulma shook her head, still not completely understanding how it was even possible for Vegeta to change his mind so quickly. The stress of this whole situation suddenly heavy on her mind she sat back against the wall. Suddenly feeling too weak to stand again she put her hand over Vegeta's on her cheek and looked into his eyes, the worry plain in hers. With his emotions and hers running around in her mind, and body, she knew that she was extremely vulnerable.

"Bulma…are you alright?" Tarble asked concerned as he walked around Vegeta so he could take a closer look at her. She looked like she was getting sick. She nodded, not trusting her voice, and looked down, because if they looked into her eyes they'd know she was lying. Vegeta tilted her chin up with his hand and glared at her slightly.

"Don't lie to me, woman. I can feel what you're feeling and I know that you're so tired you can't even stand right now. And I also know that you're worrying about our kids and your parents and that harpy of a wife that Kakarot has. And I know that you haven't been physically right since we landed on that planet. So why don't we get you to bed so you can rest and stop lying about being fine," he didn't wait for an answer. Instead he picked her up and nodded to Tarble who bowed and then walked the other way.

"I can walk Vegeta. Put me down," Bulma tried to protest, but he was stronger than her and shook his head.

"You're not up for walking right now, woman. In fact I think you should just stay in bed until we get back home," he walked into their room and put her down on the bed.

"That's not happening," she muttered with a scowl. He simply rolled his eyes and walked the other way.

She took a deep breath and closed her eye for a few minutes, listening to the sound of Vegeta changing his clothes. She waited until he was in the bathroom before she opened her eyes and sat up. She wasn't about to be stuck in here the rest of the trip, especially when she needed to be training. So she took another deep breath and made sure her strength was all back before she stood up to get back to her lab. Before she could even get to the door she was suddenly spun around and looking into dark eyes.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked with a low growl.

Bulma's eyes widened slightly as she realized she hadn't even sensed him behind her. He was a lot faster than she ever gave him credit for.

"I was just…"

"You were just going to ignore me like always and go back to your damn lab," he walked them backwards until her back was against the door and he placed his hands on either side of her head effectively trapping her there.

"You're not allowed to leave this room for the next twelve hours, because you're not fully well and I know that you are stressing. Which means you won't be at your strategic best. And I need your best if I'm going to beat this enemy," he was looking into her eyes and it felt to Bulma that he was staring straight into her soul. It was like he was trying to drill a hole through her with his eyes.

"Of all the most ridiculous things I've ever…!" he cut her off as she was trying to protest again.

"And because I need you at your best you're going to do as I say," he moved his face closer to hers, his lips sliding over hers so softly she wasn't sure if they even touched at all. He moved a step closer and pressed his body up against hers, the only part of them that wasn't touching was their lips.

"V-Vegeta?" She looked into his eyes trying to figure out what was going on in his head.

He simply smirked and moved his lips to her cheek. He opened his mouth slightly and moved down to her jaw and then her neck just barely ghosting over her skin with his lips. It was enough to drive her mad.

"Vegeta...?" she shivered as he placed a kiss on a sensitive spot on her neck

"What're you d-doing?" she asked before letting out a moan as he bit down lightly on that same spot and sucked at it.

"Really?" he asked huskily against her skin with his usual sarcasm

"You really can't guess?" he pressed himself into her even more, if that were even possible, and she groaned from the feeling of his hard chest on hers. She could feel every part of him up against her and it felt so perfect, the way they fit together.

She went to slip her hands under his shirt, but he grabbed them before she could and held them above her head with one of his hands, using all his strength to keep them there. He had always been stronger than her after all. She struggled to free herself for just a moment before he pressed a knee between her legs at the same time he bit down on their mating mark he'd made so long ago on her neck. She gasped out from the immense pleasure and immediately stopped struggling so she could arch into him. Her brain was too foggy to even think. The lust was spiraling inside her and she almost couldn't stand it. Before he could completely take over her thought processes she managed to gasp out a question

"W-why right n-now Vegeta? We need to be t-training-ahh!" she was groaning as he continued to kiss her neck and jaw line and his hand slipped under her shirt. She lost all train of thought.

He kept kissing her and tracing circle on her stomach loving the way her muscles twitched as he did so. He felt the goose bumps come up on her skin as he continued and he smirked. She was lost in feeling. Her eyes were closed and she had her head tilted back to give him better access to her skin. Her breathing was ragged and she was trembling ever so slightly. He loved it when he could do this to her. What only hecould do to her.

Vegeta stopped his assault on her and pulled back to look into her eyes suddenly and she opened her eyes as he did wondering why he stopped.

"You're worrying and stressing over things that you can't control, Bulma. It's going to take two days to get home and you can't change that," his voice was slightly softer than usual and it pulled right at her heartstrings. He gently stroked her cheek with his hand and smiled that rare loving smile he gave her. He was being caring and kind. That almost never happened. Which meant he was just as worried as she was and he was trying to be the tough one like always.

"I know but I can't help but be stressed," she whispered and leaned into his touch

"Well, I'm going to de-stress you," he said suddenly back to being arrogant and macho. The smirk on his face said it all.

"Vegeta…now is not the time. Our kids could be dying! How will this help?" She didn't have time to think as his mouth was suddenly fierce against hers and she was gasping again. He wrapped both arms around her and picked her up, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist and he carried her back to their bed. Their lips still connected they eventually made it to a comfortable position on their bed.

"If this is the last time we get to be together for a while, I'm going to make sure it counts," he growls out, suddenly feeling very somber. He was always like this before a major battle. He needed to feel her close to him. To make love to her and to remind her that she was his and he was hers. He pressed his forehead against hers and they just stayed like that for a minute, but then he opened his eyes and kissed her again. She wasn't protesting anymore

He kept her hands pinned away from him and slowly pushed his lower body into hers. Torturing her with just a little bit of the friction she so desperately wanted.

She was trying her best to hold back her moans and sighs, but he knew her body too well for her to have any chance of winning this battle. All of her thoughts were of him and this moment and the feeling of fire he left wherever he touched her.

Vegeta wasn't a patient man and as a result he didn't wait for Bulma to slowly pull her shirt and pants off, he ripped them off her and began assaulting her neck and collarbone with his mouth.

"Hey I liked that outfit," she groaned lightly in annoyance, but she arched into his touch nonetheless.

"You'll get over it," He muttered as he slipped his hands behind her and undid her bra. He removed it and the lust in his eyes seemed to get even more prominent if that were possible.

"Vegeta…" she started

"If you try and talk me out of this right now you will be in so much trouble, woman." the look in his eyes was so intense and he didn't even give her a chance to respond before his hands were on her breasts, playing with them and watching his effect on her body.

"I was just going to say mm that you have too a-ahh many clothes on," she closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from making any more sounds

He chuckled and lowered his mouth to get back to kissing all over and said, his mouth against her collarbone

"Do something about that will you? I'm a little busy," he kept his attention on her breasts with his mouth and his hands moved towards a lower destination.

Bulma was trying her best to focus, but it was really very hard when he was all the way pressed against her and his tongue was doing all sorts of unspeakable things.

She eventually got to his pants with her hands and ripped them off just as he had done with hers. And he chuckled against her, making a full on shudder go through her body. She liked that feeling a lot.

She pulled him up and kissed him at first gently, but it built up to passionate very quickly as they let down the barrier between their thoughts. The lust and love that they were each feeling flooded into the minds of the other. It was twice the intense feelings. Bulma gasped and Vegeta bit into her neck as he quickly slipped into her, knowing she was ready for him and he was more than ready for her. They both moaned at the feeling of being connected. Nothing compared to that feeling when they first came together. He had one hand in her hair and he yanked her head up to meet his and he kissed her with everything he had. Their love-making was frantic and desperate like they hadn't been together in years. Neither said much and they didn't need to. Their thoughts were the same. Thinking about home and how they didn't know what was going on. For a few moments they let those thoughts go and focused instead on each other and the feelings of euphoria. As they both hit their climaxes at the same time they held each other close and rode it out.

They were both breathing hard as they came down from their respective highs. She was panting slightly and he was as well. He rolled over and pulled her with him. She was resting on his chest and he was running a hand through her hair and brushing it away from her slightly damp neck.

"I love you, Vegeta," she sighed contently.

"Hn. I know," he replied

She smiled and nuzzled into him slightly knowing that was his way of saying he loved her too. But then the moment seemed to end and they laid there in silence. Both thinking about their kids.

"I hope they're alright," she whispered worriedly

"They'll be fine," Vegeta scoffed slightly, "We trained them well and once Veala rescues Trunks and they're together you know there's nothing that can get in their way," He pulled her closer to him as he spoke, seeking a little bit of comfort. He was trying to make himself believe what he was saying as much as he was trying to make her believe it. He was worried too.

"You're probably right,"

"Of course I am," he rolled his eyes at probably. "I'm almost always right,"

"You're very arrogant," she said matter-of-factly, tracing circles on his chest lightly

"I've never denied it," he said back nonchalantly, "And you've known that for a while," he added with a kiss to the top of her head.

They decided to just lay there for a little while, waiting to get home and help save their planet. They had their strategy all worked out and they couldn't really get that much training in before they got back so waiting was really their only option.

And neither of them liked it.

Trunks was in pain. Every time he thought he was close to Amy and close to winning... something got in the way. Something wasn't right. It was like Deja vu every other minute. He swore he'd already been down this hallway before. It was the same situation every single time. He couldn't seem to remember what he was doing in the hallways before he got there. There was a slight shift in the walls that made him think that it wasn't exactly real.

He hurt.

Everything hurt.

He couldn't really tell what hurt, but he knew that it did.

He would hear Amy scream. She'd scream his name over and over. Yelling for him to save her. And he'd run as fast as he could to where he thought she was. And he'd see her getting beaten by that Yamcha. Trunks would get mad and he'd go Super Saiyan. His hair would go blonde and energy would crackle around him. He would charge and he and Yamcha would fight.

It was the same thing every time. Trunks didn't know what was real and what was in his head. His head that was being stimulated and controlled by these bastards that were holding him hostage.

Eventually his body just gave out and he was panting as his mind came back into focus. The scene before his eyes changed. He wasn't in a light hallway anymore. He was in a dark little room again.

He was sweating and his whole body hurt from struggling. He was so tired and his mind hurt. How did they get in his head? He didn't know anyone could do that. He looked around the cell he was in. Trunks was strapped to some sort of generator and from what he could tell his power was slowly charging something. The faint glow of his power slipping through the chords and wires up into the ceiling caught his attention.

He groaned as he tried to move again. How had they even captured him? He was so much stronger than they were! At least he used to think he was.

He sighed and laid back to rest. The next cycle of torture was coming and he was going to save his energy until that point. He was so angry that he was helping the enemy. He wanted them all dead.

He opened his eyes when he heard the door slip open and he heard that voice.

"Having fun in here?" the shadow asked pleasantly

"Loads," Trunks bit back sarcastically.

"I can tell by your constant screaming and talking in your almost sleep," the chuckle that followed was laced in evil.

"What do you want?" Trunks asked him as he opened his eyes and his stare landed on the man responsible for this whole mess.

"What do I want?" Yamcha asked innocently

"Revenge, compensation, a good laugh? Which answer do you like best?" He asked with a smirk.

"You're insane," Trunks shook his head and then leaned back his eyes closing once more. The young prince was too tired to even think about being a smart-ass right then.

"No I'm brilliant, I've taken over your entire planet almost," Yamcha Jr. laughed lightly and then he glared slightly at the young prince in front of him.

"Now I have a question for you Trunks and if you answer me honestly I promise that you'll get a break from being super Saiyan and watching your little girl toy getting beaten up,"

Trunks growled and opened his eyes to glare at him.

"What've you done with Amy?" he demanded

"All in good time Trunks." Yamcha said pleasantly as he walked over by Trunks' head. He bent down so his face was closer to Trunks'.

"Now…tell me where your sister is and I'll let you have a break!" He was smiling, but his eyes held evil promises.

Trunks snorted and looked him straight in the eyes

"I don't know where she is, and even if I did you'd never be able to get it out of me,"

Yamcha Jr rolled his eyes and nodded

"Yes, yes I know you don't know where she is now, but you can ask her through that bond you two have," Yamcha Jr. looked expectantly at the young man in front of him. Like a puppy waiting for a treat.

"No," Trunks said simply, turning his face away from his captor.

"Excuse me?" the air suddenly turned heavy and fierce as Yamcha Jr. began to walk to where he was directly in front of Trunks. The innocent puppy look completely gone now. He looked angry.

"No," he said again, not missing a beat.

"You'll be sorry you didn't just cooperate," he said coolly. He turned to the window in the corner

"Turn up the intensity to a ten and start it," Yamcha Jr. said and then turned to look directly into Trunks' eyes.

"S-Sir?" they heard a voice in the other room ask wearily "No one has survived a level ten yet…"

"I'm well aware, now just do as I say!" He snapped at the voice rather fiercely

There was a slight squeak of fear and then Trunks felt his mind slipping again. His fear levels started rising as he felt the pain enter his system. He started screaming and attempting to break free of the equipment, going Super Saiyan in the process.

Yamcha Jr. stared at his handy work and smiled a truly cruel smile. The young prince in pain brought him a great sense of joy. It meant he was winning. It meant he was going to get what he wanted this time. Nothing was going to get in the way of that this time. Especially not these brats.

He turned and walked out of the room laughing maniacally as he did so. He had a duchess to go and torture some more.