Warning, this fic is rated M for a reason ...

Vegeta's eyes popped open suddenly. One second asleep, and the next scowling. A moment of confusion and then he whipped his head around to glare at the empty seat by the desk. His wife was wisely not there.

"Oh! You're awake at last!" Bulma's mother smiled widely at him and patted the end of the bed. "There are fresh linens and medicines for you."

"I don't need medicines." Snapped Vegeta, angry that the true target of his mood was not there. "Where is my wife?"

Blonde curls bounced as Bulma's mother nodded and turned to pour a cup of steaming tea from her ever-present tray. "My darling said you would wake up grouchy! She is so smart like that!"

Grouchy? Vegeta sneered. He was a damned sight past grouchy. Bulma had drugged him! HIM!

Disregarding the woman in the room, Vegeta threw off his covers and sat up, stretching. Muscles bunched and smoothed as he tested the movements. Hmph. Not bad at all. A twinge or two, but basically he felt great.

Vegeta smiled nastily. "A Saiyan warrior always heals stronger than he was before injured!"

"Oh!" Bulma's mother clapped in appreciation. "How marvelous! So impressive! Tea?"

"My wife?" Vegeta asked again, standing and padding bare-foot over to his clothing trunk. Long black training shorts were all he was wearing. He threw open the trunk that he used for his equipment when traveling and frowned. Empty.

"Oh my darling girl has gone on an important errand!" The blonde nodded.

Vegeta looked over at the closet that he'd not been using. He stalked over and opened the door. Empty. He scowled deeply. "Where is Bulma?" He hissed.

His wife's mother shrugged with a smile. "She just said it was important. Now, a big strong man like you needs to eat!"

The Saiyan's stomach growled. "Yes. Food." His temper faded slightly. Food would be perfect. "Not soup!" He ordered imperiously, remembering how Bulma had tricked him.

"You should get dressed!" Bulma's mother said sweetly. "And come down for a hearty breakfast! I'll make you animal-shape pancakes!"

Dressed? Vegeta's temper flared back up again. "And what am I to dress in, woman? My clothes are missing!"

But Bulma's mother gave a chirping laugh. "Oh no, silly! All your clothing is in Bulma's room of course! Now that you're married it's only right." She didn't even think to mention that she had made that decision all on her own and her daughter knew nothing about it.

Stunned, the Saiyan stared. Bulma had moved his things to her room? His temper banked downwards as he nodded thoughtfully. Perhaps he was reacting rashly.

In the Saiyan traditions, the male ruled. Absolutely. That is, once a female had chosen a mate then he became the leader of the family. However, there were times a Saiyan woman had a right to put her foot down.

Vegeta frowned. No. Bulma had no way of knowing that a Saiyan female could pull a stunt like she did, drugging him like that. But males of his species were very stubborn and would often refuse medical attention. Women had the right to over-rule their mates on this matter all in an interest to assure procreation.

Did she know that? Or was she just being ...Vegeta ignored the blonde's rambling speech as he headed down toward Bulma's rooms. Did his mate fear for his survival? Had she drugged him ...for what? The way she'd been throwing divorce in his face, it surely wasn't to make sure he could still produce a child with her.

"See?" Bulma's mother trailed behind the Saiyan Prince as she described all she'd had the house-hold bots do to move his clothing down here, but he wasn't really paying attention to a thing she said. "It's all here!" She smiled sweetly.

Vegeta stared. His boots were in Bulma's closet. Her clothing had been moved over to make room for some of his, though her things still took up the vast majority of the space.

The Saiyan turned to look around the rest of the room. Basically it was the same as before, only he was pleased to see no more pictures of Yamcha. Instead there were vases of ceramic daisies. Vegeta blinked. Daisies had been above his bed when he'd been injured too. Perhaps they were his mate's favorite flower.

"I'm going to clean up and then be down to eat. Then training." Vegeta announced, turning away from unfamiliar thought patterns.

Bulma's mother clapped her hands happily. "I'll get the food ready! I hope you brought your appetite!" She cooed as she nearly ran from the room.

Vegeta nodded in satisfaction and turned, spying something colorful on the dresser. A pamphlet. He glanced at it and froze. The word nearly jumped off the page at him. Pregnancy.

Pleasure seeped down all the way to his marrow. Of course. It all made sense now. Bulma had drugged him to assure her child had a father. Misguided, and he'd have to warn her not to do so again. But there would be no more divorce talk. Not now that she was pregnant with his child. She'd even gone so far as to move him into her room.

Perfect.

.III

Bulma sighed, despondent. Their corporate lawyers were all confused about why she was talking about dissolving a marriage that had never taken place as far as their local laws allowed. It's not like she could tell them that she'd accidentally married herself off to an alien! She'd just told them he was a 'foreigner' with different traditions.

They all agreed. She wasn't legally married.

The turquoise haired woman shook her head. Like Vegeta would care what her lawyers had to say!

Bulma sighed and looked at her watch as she headed up the street. She was meeting with a new doctor, one a friend had suggested for a prescription for birth control. Now. What was the address? Bulma frowned as she searched her purse, she must have left the pamphlet at home.

Oh well. She pulled out her phone and looked up the address that way. She couldn't afford to be late. LATE? Bulma snorted in self-derision. She couldn't afford to be late in that sense ...or in any other way either! She shivered at the very idea.

Imagine. Pregnant? Not her. Stupid Saiyan male. Bulma frowned, then sighed. But he was also a sexy Saiyan male and really quite cute. And ...alright, he was hot. Bulma shook her head sadly. And she needed this prescription for birth control, because as long as Prince Vegeta thought they were married, she was pretty sure she wasn't going to be able to resist him much.

.III

Vegeta was in a grand mood. Not even the fact that Dr. Briefs was not yet done rebuilding the gravity room could deflate his good humor.

Bulma was pregnant.

The Saiyan flew through the mountainous regions and dropped down to run through some training drills. He pushed himself hard and let the sweat flow down his back as he forced himself to move faster and faster.

Pregnant.

The word was like a touchstone. It wouldn't leave his mind. Vegeta frowned. He needed to focus on his training! He destroyed a rock-face into pebbles and frowned deeper.

Pregnant.

He should NOT let the fact that his mate was going to give him a child distract him! Vegeta smiled grimly. And here Bulma had told him it would take her six weeks to know if she was pregnant.

His fists flew, energy formed and discharged at dizzying rates when he started ...to ...slow ...down.

Pregnant?

But it hadn't been six weeks since they'd become mates. Not even half of that time. A slow boil started in his blood. A vein throbbed on the side of his head.

Pregnant? PREGNANT?

They had not been together six weeks ago! But she had been with ...

Three miles away birds scattered fearfully at the sudden roar reverberating from the wilderness.

.III

Bulma turned into the driveway, almost home. She patted the small plastic bag next to her with satisfaction. All taken care of, she smiled.

Suddenly, Vegeta was standing in the driveway right in front of her. Bulma slammed on the brakes, but wasn't quick enough.

The bumper crumpled, but the Saiyan didn't even wince much less move.

Shocked, she yelled through the interior of the car. "What are you doing? You're still injured!" Then cringed as she watched him suddenly punch through the hood of her vehicle.

"Are you crazy?" Bulma threw open the driver's side door, leaping from the machine in a daze. "You killed my car! Look, I'm sorry I drugged you but it was for your own good!"

A growl was her only response as suddenly her car flew back across the road and landed amid the branches of a large two-hundred year old tree.

Bulma's mouth gaped open in shock.

"I'll kill him!" The voice was dead cold with rage.

The young woman stuttered and pointed at the car stuck in a tree. "What do you have against my car?" Then she shrieked as the Saiyan male was suddenly in her face. She had NEVER seen him this angry.

"He will be dead."

"W ...who?" Bulma couldn't get a handle on what was going on. Wasn't he mad about her drugging him?

Vegeta picked her up a few inches, squeezing her shoulders as her feet dangled off the ground. "You're carrying HIS child!"

Okay. She didn't know what he was talking about. But this wasn't good. Bulma's temper flared, and as ill advised as it might have been, she screamed in his face.

"I'M NOT YOUR WIFE!"

Shocked out of his rage slightly, Vegeta paused, it was only a second but it was enough.

Bulma kicked him ineffectually in the shin. "I'm NOT your wife!"

He gave her a small shake and then frowned. "Does he know?"

She gritted her teeth. "Everyone knows we're not really married, EXCEPT YOU!"

Saiyan pride made him straighten his spine. "You chose me as your mate, knowing you were carrying someone else's child!"

The words pricked through her temper and Bulma stared into his dark eyes. "Vegeta? I'm not pregnant." She said as simply as she could.

He scowled heatedly. "I saw your paper on the drawer."

Paper? Bulma drew in a shocked breath. The pregnancy center pamphlet! "No! It's not just for women who are expecting! The doctor's office does more than just that!"

Slowly, slowly, the Saiyan blood began to cool. Then he growled. "It's too early for you to get a test. You said six weeks." He said suspiciously, wondering if she was trying to make a fool out of him.

Bulma's heart melted at the hurt tone in his voice, despite his obvious pride. "Six weeks to be sure, but there are ways to know that you're NOT pregnant before then." She blushed.

Vegeta held her still and processed her words. "You're not carrying his child?"

Yamcha. Bulma swallowed and shook her head. "Vegeta. I'm not carrying anyone's child. Now, can you put me down?"

The Saiyan belatedly realized he was still holding his mate off the ground. Gently he settled her back on her feet. Unsure what to say he looked up at her destroyed car. "I'll get that."

Bulma watched the man who claimed to be her mate fly up to the top of the 200 year old tree and pull out her car as if it were a toy. He brought the vehicle down and settled it on the grounds beside the driveway.

Vegeta looked at the twisted metal of what had been her snazzy sports car.

Bulma sighed sadly. She'd really liked that car too.

The Saiyan reached inside and pulled out her purse, and then a small plastic bag.

Bulma stiffened. The bag with her new pills.

Vegeta handed her the purse and the bag while guilt swamped her. Could she take these and not tell him? Yes. Yes she could.

"I thought you had deceived me." The Saiyan looked at her with dark eyes and waited for her response.

Suddenly Bulma realized, this was as close to an apology as she was ever going to get. The words spilled out before she could stop them. "I'm not pregnant. And I got these pills so I wouldn't get pregnant."

The Saiyan stared at her and she stared back.

Finally, Vegeta smiled.

Bulma blinked and did a double take. He wasn't angry?

The Saiyan threw back his head and laughed in triumph, hands on his hips looking as arrogant as possible.

"Aren't you upset?" Bulma sputtered, thrown off-balance by his lack of temper especially after the earlier display.

Vegeta pointed to the bag. "You didn't have those until today."

She shook her head.

"They're not for that puling weakling." He grinned and struck his chest proudly. "They're for me." It was as if he were daring her to deny it. And she couldn't.

Bulma's lips trembled as she discarded several responses, not sure what to say.

"You don't want to get pregnant with my child!" Vegeta nearly crowed with pride.

Completely confused, Bulma threw up her hands. "I don't understand you! I thought you wanted me to give you a son!"

"I do!" The Saiyan grabbed her lightning fast, pulling her into his body where he kissed her within an inch of her life.

Long moments passed before she was able to push him back far enough to stare into his face. "What?" She looked down and squealed.

They were flying. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her purse and the bag with the pills dangling from her hands.

Vegeta swung her up into his arms and carried her as he flew toward the main house. He got to the door just as Bulma's mother opened it. The blonde blinked wildly and smiled. "Oh dear, are you done with your errands? I could use some help deciding on dinner!"

"Later." Vegeta passed by her mother and headed up the stairs, still flying. Bulma's mother stared after them in mild shock.

Bulma sighed with resignation, knowing without him saying that they were heading for her bedroom. "This isn't going to work." She whispered.

The Saiyan waited until they were in her room and he had closed her door before putting her down. On the bed.

Bulma pointed a finger at him. "I got these pills so I wouldn't get pregnant!" She said it again, just in case he'd misunderstood her the first time.

Vegeta leaned over her, invading her space. The only place to go was to lie back on the bed, so she stayed upright. Which put his lips less than an inch from hers. She swallowed nervously.

"You weren't worried about having that weakling's child." Vegeta breathed out the words and kissed her almost gently.

"No." Bulma admitted reluctantly, not even bothering to correct the Saiyan's assumptions about Yamcha being weak. He would probably not listen to her anyway. Besides, she had resisted Yamcha's advances since their last break up. They'd been tentatively together again right before their Namek adventure, but not sleeping together. And there had been no Earth pharmacies or doctors on Namek ...so no pills.

"There is no way you are having his child." It was a question and a statement, and his gaze demanded an answer.

Bulma thought about lying, but couldn't. "No. No way."

Vegeta grunted in approval. "And you got those pills today. Today!" He pushed forward and kissed her roughly, the momentum carrying her back onto the bed. When the Saiyan came up for air, she had her arms wrapped around his neck in spite of herself.

"And you moved my clothes into your room."

Bulma frowned. "Did not."

Vegeta stilled and nodded, "Your mother did then."

The young woman sighed. It sounded like something her mother would have done. Tell her that you're married and she'd expect you to be sharing a room. "Why does my getting those pills make you happy? Don't you get it? I don't want to be pregnant."

"But you do want to have sex with me, or you wouldn't have gotten the pills at all." Vegeta grinned and tugged on the collar of her blouse, popping the first three buttons. "See?"

Bulma shook her head mutely.

Vegeta bent down and placed a kiss between her breasts, nuzzling the bra aside as his mouth took possession.

Bulma shook for another reason now. She arched her back to give him better access. Vegeta chuckled as his hands slid up under her skirt.

Her hand moved to intercept his before her panties could disappear, along with whatever qualms she still had about all of this. "Vegeta? I drugged you against your will. I got pills to keep me from getting pregnant. Shouldn't you be angry?"

The Saiyan smiled against her skin and bit her breast slightly, making her hand fall away. His own hand slid up and under the band of her panties, tugging them off in one long move.

"Angry? Woman. How can I be angry when your actions just show that you consider me your mate. Your husband." Vegeta's fingers cleverly found the heated center of her, making her cry out and clutch at his shoulders for support.

Bulma arched her back and caught her breath. "Wrong ..."

Vegeta stripped off his pants and moved over his mate, waiting for her to look him in the eyes. Dark Saiyan eyes stared into her blue gaze as he entered her body in one, long, smooth motion. His hips began a deep rhythm as she widened her thighs for his possession, accepting all that he was giving.

.III

"Darling? I need your help."

Dr. Briefs looked up from his work, blinking owlishly at her as he set aside his tools. "Yes, dear?"

"Remember how I told you the garden was out of daisies? And you told me to get ceramic ones?" Bulma's mother looked worried.

The doctor frowned, he didn't like to see his wife upset. "Did they break?"

"No! Oh, I think they're TOO powerful!" Bulma's mother twisted her handkerchief in her hands. She leaned forward as if to impart a great secret. "There are sounds coming from our daughter's room!"

Dr. Briefs blushed.

"Maybe not ceramic daisies, but just a painting of daisies?" His blonde wife suggested.

"I don't think daisies have much to do with it at all." Bulma's father shook his head. "Darling, they're married. And ...perhaps some soundproofing would be best."

Bulma's mother smiled and nodded, but she knew those ceramic daisies were just too powerful. Then she paused as an idea began to form. "Maybe I need to order more ceramic flowers!"

Dr. Briefs paused and stared at his wife.

"Along with designing a nursery!" The blonde clapped her hands in delight. "Now, I wonder how quickly they can be delivered!"

Bulma's father opened his mouth to protest, but his wife had already scampered off making plans in her head. He sighed.

Life was never dull around here, that was for sure.

.III

Bulma groaned and pushed her damp hair out of her eyes. She turned to look at her Saiyan lover and spotted her open closet. Oh great. Her mother really had moved him in here!

Rolling over, she picked up her shredded blouse. "You're tough on a girl's wardrobe, Vegeta."

A hand settled on her bare hip and rolled her back onto her back. A certain Saiyan Prince rose above her. "Where do you think you're going? Wife."

Bulma frowned. "Stop calling me that."

"What happened to your 'no sex' rule?" He teased her as he traced a line down her nose and between her breasts, heading south.

"You happened." Bulma groused and slapped at his hand, which continued on it's journey undeterred.

Vegeta smiled as his finger circled her belly button before moving back down her body, making her breath catch in her throat. The man was insatiable! And unlike a human male, he still had energy to burn.

"You knew we were going to have sex. Because deep down you know we are mated." Vegeta scolded her almost gently. "You bought pills to prevent pregnancy, because you knew you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself."

Bulma blushed, but unsure she could even argue the point. "You're the one touching me." She pointed out childishly.

Vegeta's hand paused and his finger left her skin. Bulma nearly cried out at the loss, so sensitive was her body right now. "Beg." He ordered.

"No." Bulma refused.

"Beg me." He insisted.

Bulma scowled. "Never!" Even though she was wanting his touch badly! Her mouth firmed and she sat up suddenly.

Vegeta rolled to the side, smiling at her. "You are my wife."

"No." Bulma scowled down at his magnificent body. He really was a work of art. And he wanted her. Blatantly wanted her. A certain part of his anatomy was nearly standing at attention as he watched her.

"I'm not touching you anymore." Vegeta nearly drawled the words. "You're going to have to beg."

Bulma didn't do well with dares. Never had. And even though it was a bad, BAD idea and she knew it ...she couldn't help herself. "We'll see who begs."

Vegeta had a moment to wonder what she meant by that cryptic remark before she bent down and took him in her hand a second before sliding the root of his body deep inside her mouth.

He didn't beg. But he did roar loud enough to shake the house.

Bulma smiled around his flesh even as she wondered how she was ever going to manage to convince him that they weren't married. Especially after this!

.III

Hmmm? LOL. Hope you enjoyed!